This is my son. He is three years old, and he is a fighter. He fought Typhoid fever when he was still in his mother’s womb. Doctors inserted a cannula into his hand when he was only a couple of hours old. But my little man fought and fought hard and came out victorious. Now he is a happy little boy who loves to sing and dance. One doesn’t know what lies ahead in the future. But whatever comes through that door, we will face it with a song in our lips and a prayer in our hearts.