Where do you hide?
Curled up in a corner, behind some chairs, is a girl. About ten years old, she looks, with black hair and blue eyes.
This is her hiding place.
It is here she goes to hide from her drunk stepfather, and her brother with his scathing comments. It is here she goes to be alone.
Now cut to a place just two miles south from here. A boy hides under a table, frightened of the storm outside. He is nine years old. His hair is blonde.
These children have somewhere to hide.