To a child silenced by injustice, I am a voice. To a child with whom the world has broken faith, I am someone to believe in. To a child who know only rejection, I am unconditional acceptance. To a child lost in a nightmare, I am permission to dream. Amid confusion, I am certainty; amid instability, constancy. Amid cynicism and shame, I am innocence restored. In a dark labyrinth of bureaucracy, I am a way through—a steady arm around the shoulder, a calming voice in the ear.