To my amazement, the girl was disabled in every way. She could not talk, understand anything (due to a mental disability) and could hardly walk. Saliva was also dropping all over her chest, something that attracted house-flies all-over her (even way into her mouth). The young girl also suffered from epilepsy. This state I saw her in was to me so painful and unbearable. Deep within me, I developed a weeping sense of ownership and responsibility. The restless, helpless state in which I saw this family touched my heart greatly. They were indeed as hopeless as any family could be.
When I approached this very aged woman, she narrated an even more painful story. She told me she had absolute responsibility for this child. Apparently, the child’s parents had long died of HIV.AIDS. Due to her condition, all her relatives had abandoned her. No body wanted to take a saliva-dropping, lame girl into their home hold. The old woman told me she was the only hope the young girl had left. To me, this was very unbelievable.