How is it possible for a child to develop as she should when even the most basic elements of love are missing from her little life? When some of the very people who are supposed to protect her are doing her harm? When everywhere she looks no one is paying anything more than the slightest bit of attention to her most basic physical needs?
How is it possible for a child to develop as she should when she exists in the midst of a sea of people called family, and yet she knows instinctively that she is really all alone? There are no caretakers here. There is distorted love here. Her whole world is made up of dysfunction, chaos and pain, and I wonder… will she sink into a world of madness? Is it possible that she can survive? Will she survive? What is to become of this child who is starving for love?