The power of the photograph was never in what it showed. It lived in what it refused to explain. A single frame froze a girl mid-emotion, a tear suspended just long enough for the internet to rush in and finish the story for her. Viewers filled the silence with narratives that felt convincing because they were familiar: a child scarred by war, a victim of abuse, a survivor of bullying, a daughter mourning a death too heavy for her age. Each interpretation said more about the audience than about the subject. The image became a mirror, not a window.