There’s a stranger on their turf with hair the color of bark and skin as white as snow...

She’s walking amongst the children who get only one new shirt to wear per year.

They watch her, they pinch her, they wonder...from which planet has she come?

"Take my picture miss! Take my picture miss!"

And she tries...1,2,3 ...and as she takes their picture she reaches to touch their faces, in attempt to give them a small piece of whatever it is they think she has and they do not.

But there are too many...or she chooses to believe there is because she thinks of her work and her assignments and how much she has to do.

With a busy mind, the stranger walks on.

"I want food! I eat only one small meal a day miss!" A girl with large eyes shouts from behind a navy blue tope.

There they stand–together amongst the houses made of mud and children thick with stench until the stranger is overcome by the recognition of a reality that can only be seen when looking into the eyes of the children that get only one new shirt to wear per year.

And she wonders...to which planet have I come?

"Help us miss... why can’t you help us?" they plead, they beg, they cry as the stranger gets back in her air conditioned car, hurried to meet her deadline.

As she goes, they wave to her , shout to her, they wonder...will this girl with hair the color of bark and skin as white as snow remember that she has seen us? And what will she do now that she has?

The car is going, from the review mirror the stranger is watching them wave and remembering the haunting way in which their eyes reflect a truth...

That does not shout.

That does not whisper.

That only is.

And the stranger knows now that it is not a matter of planets, because she has seen for herself that they are on the same one....

But yet a question of what does that mean? And how are we all connected?