I love this place, and so does my dad. I love walking here every morning, and showing off my drawings to my dad's workers–love playing games with the other kids.

My dad says they're working to help end a war.

My dad is pretty cool guy.

He's always saying that "nothing can last without change." I don't really know what he means by that, but whenever I ask him he just tells me I'll understand when I'm older. I can't wait to grow up so I can work beside him like all the grownups.

My dad lets me hang out with the other kids there, Zennia and Flo. Sometimes I see another girl walking around, but dad says I'm not allowed to talk to her. I don't understand why; she doesn't seem very different from Zennia or Flo.

I like to call her the workplace girl.

She's always wearing the same hat on her head whenever I see her. It has a beautiful purple ribbon around it.

Zennia, Flo, and I like to count how many times we see her every day.

But today was different–today the workplace girl walked right by us, close enough for me to touch her.

So I did; I grabbed her arm and asked for her name.

"You can call me Hattie."