Mentally, i'm upside down. i hope good things will happen. we're in a miserable situation, running here and there, with so little belongings with us. in north—west syria, afraa has already lost her parents and sisters. she was born in the rubble, as her mother died, rescuers cutting the umbilical cord. thousands of people offered to give her a new home. now her aunt and uncle have adopted her, to raise alongside their own baby daughter. translation: she will lack for nothings. . . .. l i'll never spare a penny raising her. she's as dear to me as my children are. even more. cousins, now siste...