Unlike the other girls who spoke through an interpreter. she could speak English. but all she could say was her name. and then she couldnt stop crying. And while some of the other girls told their stories. she never told her stories in words. She only told her story through her tears. That is a moment I wont forget. It reminded me of something I heard when I visited a refugee camp once in Jordan. where a mother said she had seen things that would make stones cry. That is what that little girl Paloma was saying through her tears. that the experiences she had had of being trafficked at 11 years old would make stones cry. These are real stories.