This evening, Kaeli and I had to take little Noah to our Clinic. He had severe vomiting, diarrhea, and was so dehydrated. He was just moaning and groaning and his head started to roll back. Our doctors and nurses are taking good care of him. The saddest thing was that he had never spoken a word, but when in pain, he groaned “mama,” and she is probably the one who left him in the mud in front of our gate with burns, stripes from beatings, hardly any hair and most of his teeth knocked out. I am so furious at whoever his father is… Please pray for Noah. Sherry