Missing Children

I became interested in the area of missing children sitting in the security of my kitchen eating a bowl of cereal one early summer morning. The carton of milk was on the table and I saw my first grainy picture of a child snatched from their familiar surroundings, who had disappeared into thin air without a trace. This child had been missing for over five years and would be about ten years of age now. I was distressed by the child's terror when he was snatched; the families on-going anguish seeing an empty bed in his bedroom; and his cloths hanging in a closet. Their lack of knowledge of his whereabouts as months changed to years and the photos they had of him were no longer a likeness of their son.
I went to the local advocacy agency for missing children for posters of missing children and was given dozens to choose from. There were so many young faces printed on the paper. The children's faces were staring at me with their  mono-colored duplicated eyes. Those children's eyes held on to my soul.