I tried to ignore the gauze wrapped around her battered finger. The normally white cloth had faded pink, indicative of days of dried blood coated in dirt.
Looking past her oversized and over-worn sandals, the Kenyan girl's leg told another story.
A white bone protruded through a mass of bloodied and infected skin.
There was a shortage of food and water, but a surplus of sickness and sorrow.
I was out of my comfort zone.