This book is a lantern—lit for the girls called black sheep, sent away, made to carry weight no child should carry. For the teenagers never seen in rooms full of people. For every girl who became a mother before she was a woman, and was punished for it. For a boy gone thirty-one years, but never, not once, forgotten. And for every child who still waits to be seen. Every child who still hopes for hands that will hold. Every child who still dreams of belonging. This is a poetic, unflinching tribute to the silenced and the never-lost. A witness and a welcome home. A promise: You are not lost. You are just not yet found. The lantern does not stop here. The Amayola African Child Foundation exists because you exist.