I can't sleep. It's been nights. The thoughts running wild in my mind, not a good thing though. Sometimes you wish God could be kind. Yes you wish. Answer my call, Lord. We're crying for help, we're crying, but who can really help us? Now all we pray for, is a suitable donor, and Caleb to stay strong and positive.

Looking back at the childhood photos, I realise, life can be as vulnerable. And sometimes, what's there cannot be hidden forever. Bless.