Her eyes are gentle, yet hold a depth that seems as deep as the ocean floor. Karis*, only 19 years old, has a childlike face and yet a story that has lived a lifetime. At the tender age of five, Karis’ mother died, leaving her and her siblings alone. The one who held her, sang to her, fed her, clothed her, bathed her, loved her..... gone. In an instant, 5-year-old Karis was labeled under the worldly category as “orphan”. Living in the slums of Kenya, this label puts a child her age at the bottom of the food chain. No advocate, shelter, or protection.