A New Whisper Child: Rukia’s Story During our outreach work in the rural villages, we were informed of a little girl in a bad way. We instantly agreed to meet her. On our arrival, sitting outside a crumbling house, wearing just an old and torn t-shirt was Rukia.
Her sad face and look in her eyes just talked of devastation, fear, and misery. Our hearts just sank for the moment to see this little baby being so neglected in all type of ways.
Three years old, but no bigger than a baby of one year; she was sick with malnourishment. Her ribs protruding from her torso, her twig-like arms and legs looked as if they could snap with a touch. Her hands and feet were smothered with jiggers eating away at her flesh. On top of all this, she also had an open wound on her stomach which was attracting flies.
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