Along one of my walks, I came across a housing development built upon stilts. They were raised 3 meters over the swamp below. The homes weaved intricately through a maze of wood and life.

One hallway led to a gang of children playing and laughing in spirits light as helium.

All but this one little girl. Clutching her belongings.

Not laughing. Not smiling.

Alone in the corner.

Alone.