She used to sleep in the markets surrounded by filth, abuse, and violence. For the first time last night she had a home and the rain did not fall on her. For the first time, she was hugged and tucked into bed. For the first time, she had three meals in a day. No more an orphan, now a princess. No more rejected, now royalty. She is worth it all. Any questions why I do what I do? This photo is the answer.