From there we moved to another ward filled with women and older children. There were no smiles and only faces filled with sadness. We soon learned that the son of one mother had just died. I quickly noticed that there was pain on each face, but no tears. Although the mother was present in the room, I could not readily identify her because all had the same look. We prayed for the family and all those present in the room. I couldn't help but wonder why there were no tears or crying. As we moved to the burn unit, there were both and adults who were being treated for burns sustained during a fire in their respective homes. It was during this visit that I realized that in all the wards we had visited, there had been no laughter, tears, crying or moaning. There were no family members to hold the hands of those who were hurt and suffering.