Written by Iris Zhu from Deerfield Academy, Massachusetts, USA Holes dot the earth like the lotus plant: wide-mouthed and eager. Beneath the dirt, there are girls with petals in their hair. When the rain falls next year, I think they will flower. The mothers arrive in flocks like carrion birds circling the dead. There is nothing to scavenge but limbs and schoolbags packed that morning. They shake pictures of their precious girls in front of cameras: Look at what you took fro
