I arrive at the Martinez home, feeling a bit nervous about meeting Lily. Isabella, her mom open the door, her striking beauty and elegance immediately catching my eye. She smiles warmly, welcoming me inside. She hired me to be here daughter care-taker.

Isabella: “Welcome,” she smiles. “Come in handsome.”

Inside, Lily sits in her wheelchair, glancing up shyly.

Lily: “Hi, I’m Lily,” she whispers.