A photograph captures the little girl. Her face round and soft, her eyes wide and deep, her hair brown, shoulder length, and flowing, lips rosy red. She is in her pajamas surrounded by her two sisters. They grin at their photographer, gripping mugs of hot chocolate. A single marshmallow awaits each taste. She smiles meekly. She is beautiful. The Christmas tree reaches proudly behind them. A fireplace glows with holiday spirit as it illuminates these children.

A Christmas Eve photo this is, no doubt, her eyes portray an inner sadness. Her eyes are so, so deep, they reflect her soul unknowingly. She will face many hurts, the poor child, and her eyes will stay the same. Every photo seizing her face, freezing her lovely lips, suspending her soul.