Once upon a time there was a little boy with scared, staring eyes…
A baby who glared anytime he caught me looking his way.
There was once a tiny little fighter with frizzy, brittle, orange tinted hair, who hated to smile, and hated more to eat.
I am happy to tell you that that little boy doesn’t live here anymore.
No, right now sleeping quietly in the crib in the corner is a little boy who breaks into a grin whenever I walk into a room.
That weak little boy who turned up his nose at every snack I offered, can be found sneaking food every chance he gets.
There is something to be said for a diet rich in protein and treatment for medical conditions.
But beyond any food or medicine, love is what brings these kids back to life.
Perhaps a little “spoiled” or so I am told, Gup is thriving. He is spirited, cuddly and happy. I wake up every morning to him singing in his bed, I am rewarded each day with his sweet hugs and kisses. I am encouraged by his transformation and assured by his life, that my work here is necessary.