. I remember traveling through Africa as a young girl. I always had my camera dangling from my neck, snapping photos quickly. I was passing over objects and people through the view of my lens when I came across a young girl, my lens met her eyes, and I could tell that she had been watching me. She was around my age, sitting there on a side step from a local medicine shop starring at me. Her clothes were tattered; her sandals were just barely binding together, her smile shined through her dirty face, and she had eyes that cut right through my soul.