For the umpteenth time that day he found the child huddled in the corner. Withdrawn and forlorn, the child, ragged and bedraggled stared at the wallpaper between sobs and sniffles. He knew the issue at hand.
The child was thinking of home and going to another episode of her nightmare.
He had tried talking, tried getting her help, tried passing her on to others more qualified. Whatever he tried she eventually returned to the corner.
He felt hopeless as he surveyed the scene knowing that home for him was his version of the same nightmare.