UNICEF’s Mission in Spain

Some days, 24 hours feel too long to bear, so I take it step by step, moment by moment. I break the sorrow, the struggle, the uncertainty into small, manageable pieces. I can handle a glimpse of injustice, a fragment of despair, a whisper of hunger, a fleeting moment of abandonment. I lift my hands to my face, shielding my eyes, not from the world—but from the things I cannot change fast enough. Every time I see a child laughing, running freely, holding a warm hand that offers security, I look away. Not because I resent joy, but because I know that somewhere, a child asks the question no one should ever have to ask: "Where’s mine?" In Spain, UNICEF fights for those children—the unseen, the unheard, the ones left behind. Those whose childhoods are stolen by poverty, by neglect, by circumstances they never chose. Because no child should ever have to wonder where love, protection, or hope has gone.