What happens, when nobody feels responsible for a child? Many kids are not growing up in a safe environment, under the watchful eyes of their parents. Millions of children are living on the street, fighting for something to eat and a place to stay every single day.

As I disembark from the metro, pass through the metal detectors, and make my way through the electronic gates, I realize it is the last day of my internship at the United Nations in Vienna, and three months has passed. I wait for the elevator and listen to the chatter of languages being spoken around me: Arabic, French, Spanish, German, Russian and English; as it dawns on me, I am going to miss this place-and the reality that I should have learned more languages.