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Shantytowns. Clara always hated seeing them, even when she has to. She stays silent, refuses to judge, worries more about the people than the mess they are in. She’s quiet naturally but here she finds she is afraid to speak, afraid to sound like she thinks they are less than her. She doesn’t. She couldn’t. Still she walks, she watches, she waits and, when she is finally able to find the missing child, she takes the little girl home speechlessly. It’s enough, she thinks, that she was able to help the child, it has to be enough. Still, she wants nothing more than to help the others in the little shantytown.