amy wore an unpassive face shielding judgment. i wondered if she felt i was being a naive westerner going to such lengths to save a baby that she was convinced who would die. the sun was setting. additional sleep had soothed the mother's shaking hands and she stroked her baby's cheek with her nipple. he reached out with his lips but failed to latch on. another half hour left me disillusioned and the mother frustrated. we were about to give up when suddenly the infant dainty mouth finally found the correct spot. resounding smacks filled the room as the baby slurped vigorously. it was a simple action but i felt there could be nothing more wondrous not even if the sun had burned through our life down radiant light into the battered ward. struck in awe the mother and i gained at the bundled of determined motion. it was an intense world in which i found myself. once severe in its taking but equally generous in its giving. the new mother fed her new child and i gave silent thanks for our tiny miracle of living. thank you. so that, i thi