No one. No one hears the cries. She might as well be mute, with no way of expressing herself. The cries are sincere; they come from the heart. She has had them inside for such a long time, hiding underneath fake smiles. The fake smiles are part of her survival kit. They have to be on most of the time. She thinks about the house she lost, the 2 times she was on the street, the cold streets of a large city. There were some so-so moments, but even so, she was out there, getting wet in the rain. She lost her home, her homes. That can’t be good or even fair, no matter how some people say that fairness does not exist. As the water came down, she had nowhere to hide, nowhere to go.