I don't get...

I don't get the bonnet. (It's just gotta be said.)

I do get that somewhere in Eastern Europe, there is a four-year-old boy who needs a family. You can call him Cyril.

I guess I don't really get it, because I have always had a family. I can't comprehend his loneliness, his isolation, his lack of hope.... but I do know that Cyril is a real, living human being. And I know he deserves better than an orphanage.