- The door bangs open and a flurry of color and giggling girls fill the space – eyes wide as they take in the room and choose their very own bunk beds.
- We arrive at the temporary overnight shelter the next morning to pick up the kids and begin the long drive south to the rehabilitation center.
- I'm kneeling in the sand, and it's eerily quiet all around me. Final words have been exchanged with the villagers, and the children are ready.
- We follow the villagers into their little mud-brick church. They've clearly already discussed and organized a system, and the kids are sorted according to the list of trafficked children.
- July 2010 was my first trip to Ghana, my first glimpse at Lake Volta, the first time I laid eyes on the trafficked children there.
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