by Audrey Frank @AudreyCFrank
He sat quietly in the morning light, head bowed low like someone who had been made to understand he was not worth people’s time and attention. Nobody in the weary throng spoke to him. He was just one of hundreds who crowded the stuffy room of nations seeking refuge from war and terror.
But one person cared enough to stop and gently ask the question that makes the mute speak, the blind see, and the deaf hear.
