The look I will never forget, the look that I still think about in my dreams, the child that was alone. She had no name to most, abandoned due to her individual needs. Cleopatra had the best caregiver at the children's hospital by day, but by night she lied there alone with no one to hold her, love her, fight for her health needs. I was a Global Volunteer, a magnificent group, and amazing volunteers. The couple who run the program care deeply for the children at the orphanage and fought hard for volunteers to come. Volunteers come a few times a year to hold and care for special needs orphans. After volunteering a few years and seeing Cleo when I would arrive, I would leave with a broken heart. I received word a few days after coming home that Cleo had passed away. I inquired this past year about where Cleo was laid to rest, and it seems she was buried in her home village. Peace has come to beautiful Cleopatra.