Preface： 
I can hardly rub those big eyes out of my mind. The unusual expression in those eyes is so unapproachable, let alone the delicate soul hiding behind. I want to offer my comfort, yet there is no proper words for that; I wish I can help, but something intangible blocks my steps. I can do nothing but watch her distantly, with all my care. 

She is my son’s classmate. I met her for the first time on an open English class two years ago. I was just sitting next to her. As a person who greatly enjoys hanging around with kids, I had gotten along quite well with her deskmate before the class began. The two of us appreciated the handwork which was just handed down. The kids around also joined into us. But she did not. At first I assumed it was because the deskmate was in between her and me and she was too shy to join . It was near the end of the lesson The kids then started their exercise. However, when I suggested helping her check the exercise; she closed her exercise book and said nothing. The deskmate gave me the exercise book , breaking the uncomfortable silence, “auntie you don’t have to care for her. Just help me. Her mother has abandoned her and she then cut everybody dead.” The girl was shocked to hear these blunt words. She glared at me like a duck in thunderstorm. Pretending not to hear such words, I dared not look back at her. I knew how embarrassed she was. 

I decided to make Christmas cards for my son and his classmates so I went to the classroom with my camera, taking some pictures for the preparation. The moment I saw the girl through the camera I was astounded. Several months after the open class she had become even more indifferent. Her eyes were full of coldness. She just stared at my camera without blink. i could not bear to press the shutter to give such eyes a shot. So I turned around to take pictures for other kids. 
My son usually has lunch at school and he always complaints the lunch box does not taste good and there is no snacks inside. So between whiles I bake some cookies and cakes for him to take to school. My son relishes the snacks with his classmates. The kids surround my son, smiling, except the girl. She is the only one who remains in her seat and carelessly watches her happy classmates. She should not be so heavy at her age. She deserves more happiness. Once I specially prepared some cookies in various shapes for her, such as bear, star, and the moon… nevertheless she refused my offer, “I don’t like cookies.” In the end the snacks were eaten by my son and other kids. I have no idea how I can approach the girl, neither do I have the courage. That was the only talk between her and me. 

She did not grow much physically during her third grade. At first she was about as tall as my son. But three years later she was shorter than my son by a head. Perhaps she belongs to the late developing kids or she is too preoccupied by the unhappiness. Every time I see her when I wait for my boy outside the school, some subtle aches strike my heart. The girl , who is the first one in the queue, looks so small and thin. 
I think about ONE BOOK PROGRAM each time when I figure about how to get close to the girl and open up her heart in order to warm her soul. Here I call for your attention to choose a book for the girl, a book that can heal her with no harm, a book that can bring her strength and warmness. 

Please visit the BOOK RECOMMENDATION on the BBS or leave your encouragement at the massage board for the little girl.