I’ve seen it with my own eyes.

In the dry, dusty heat of rural Kenya, I watched young girls—some no older than eight or nine—make the daily walk for water. Miles each way. Barefoot. Exposed. Vulnerable. Their small frames balancing heavy jugs on their heads, all for the chance to bring back enough water to drink, to cook, to clean.

But what shook me most wasn’t just the distance or the weight. It was the danger.