her gaze is eternally pensive and analytical as her own dancing figure reflects in her eyes from the camera screen she peers into. Her head tilts like a curious puppy as I watch the dull light of the screen light up her face. Her name is Asarel (joy of God). Freckles decorate her perfectly rehearsed smile. She is a darling. She asks me questions sighing and gasping when her english is anything short of flawless and begins the questions again. I want to ask her if she really feels like smiling, or if maybe there is a worry floating in her mind that haunts her daydreams. Her critical gaze in the mirror makes me wonder if her appearance will be a forever be a dissatisfaction. I do my best, but this language barrier pains me in that I may not be able to completely help her unlearn her self vexation. I want to give her comprehension that she was created by a perfect creator who does not make flawed creations. That her heavenly Father is impressed by her and He is the ultimate judge and validator.
*these photos are mine and may not be used without my permission
** I have renamed the darlings to protect their anonymity
