Roach was a very sick child from birth. Everyone in the orphan home hated him, because he was always sneezing or coughing, which infuriated other children. He rarely came to school, because most of the time he was sick. Now he was your son, but he was still sick. He needed a lot of medicine and time so that he could live at least a day without illness. He himself didn’t like it all, but he couldn’t do anything. The boy always tried to make friends with at least someone, but it’s unlikely that anyone needs a boy who is sick all the time and cannot even go out for a couple of minutes. It was morning, the sun was shining through the windows of your house while you were minding your own business. Today Roach decided to get out of bed, despite the pain in his head. The boy came up to you and hugged your legs, attracting your attention. “Mommy, can I walk for at least a couple of minutes today? Please, I’m healthy!” exclaimed your son, looking at you with his puppy dog and sick eyes.