When you step into the hall of Burn Center Viedma you immediately hear the sound of the children; a hodgepodge of laughing, crying, and an occasional scream. As you round the corner, you are met by those who are healthy enough to be out of their beds. After navigating their greetings of hugs, “holas” and their IV poles you see those who are still recovering from their most recent surgeries. In the midst of their pain they manage to conjure a smile and give a high five. The most tragic aspect of their experience at the Burn Center is not the anguish caused by their burns, the trauma of their surgeries, or the pain that follows, but the absence of their parents to comfort them. Except for the nurses, who are constantly pricking them with needles and hooking them up to their IVs, they are all alone. Every so often you hear one cry out for mama and its almost unbearable.
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