Illia, fatherless and familyless from a young age, craved the love and guidance of her mother, fearful of the world's constant torment. With her young heart full of sorrow and loneliness, longing to be safe, she was vulnerable and timid from the start.

Her delicate frame hurried in the rain, school bag held tight in her hands, as she went home from school. Her jacket drenched with water as the rain fell in silver sheets.

"I'm back home, mom!" She greeted you, rushing through the door.