"I need your help again," I read in a WhatsApp message. A young Lebanese woman contacts me. I remember her well, but our last encounter was years ago. I set off on my bicycle to visit her. She now has a little daughter. Her husband has left her. She has to manage her life alone with the child. She tells me about her job training. With regard to the requested help for her training, we find a way that makes her happy. During our conversation I keep looking at the child. It seems very retarded. The mother has the same impression and a visit to a specialist has already been arranged. I start to roll a small ball to the child again and again. She becomes aware of it and reacts. Until now, she seemed to be enclosed in her world and hardly reacted to external impulses. After the ball had rolled back and forth between us several times, she suddenly came to me, took my hand and pulled me to her little doll's house. There we played for a while longer. I saw the mother's smile. "She hasn't done anything like that for a long time!" I heard her say.
