She looked around her. The wooden pilasters were so high she could barely see where they ended. She squeezed her hand in between two of them. But the distance was so narrow she could barely get until her forearm. She shook them. Nothing. Solid as concrete. She started screaming and crying, hoping that her voice could reach beyond that cage.

Footsteps from the corridor. Relaxed as if she was not living a state of danger. She started screaming harder to capture the whoever was that person’s attention. A woman came into the room.

Hands! Hands that grabbed and lifted her up.

“Shh shh…what’s going on love? Don’t you like your new bed?”

Her mom started cradling her while the little daughter still flooded her cheeks with tears.