The first time we met Nam at her home, we did not know how to communicate because she did not say a word. Her reactions were simply a dry smile or a slight nod. She’s a pretty girl with the saddest eyes we’ve ever seen. Teacher told us that she’s very quiet and has no friend. She’s the isolated type. The ambiance of loneliness overwhemed the encounter. We try to get a psychiatrist in case we’re able to find out what’s in her mind so that she could live a normal life like other children.