what happened to all the little girls with bright eyes and rosy cheeks; who wanted to be astronauts and to reach the stars and learn about all the secrets of the universe; or be doctors and heal all the kind people with the softest of touches and the gentlest of smiles? what happened to them, and who replaced them with these hollow-eyed young women with frizzed hair and chapped lips, staring up at the moon, craving for the bearest of reassuring words, and wondering where did everything go wrong
