“Both my sons are disabled. That is the source of my everyday worry. I know I cannot change things. Even the doctors couldn’t. The medicines did not work nor any sacrifices to the goddess. I sit by the front yard and look at my sons. They can only walk but they are like heavy logs. The sight of my sons’ struggle is unbearable, but how long can I cry. So instead of throwing myself in the corner in daylight with a heart full of sorrow and guilt, I keep myself busy tending to my sons’ needs. The more I do for them, I feel better and sleeps comes at night. I have a daughter too and she helps me with the household chores. But she is going to school so I try not to disturb her homework from school. I have a lot of dreams for her. I also had dreams for my sons. But you see, not all dreams come true.”