There is perhaps nothing more despairing than a mother who is frightened of her own child.
In her eyes was the look of one who flinches, expecting to be struck.
What had happened to her little girl?
The little girl inside the body of a woman looks back.
In her eyes were darkness and shame.
What has happened to me?
The eyes look.
For a second both pleading to understand, to be understood.
Then eyes drop.