Lourdes Pilco woke to the babbling of her son. Here,
so close to the equator, the sun rises early, yet it was still
dark. Lourdes fumbled for a moment, the faint light of dawn
bringing her reality into focus. Her husband started to move and so
did her gaze, now darting to the beautiful two-year old. With
powerful motherly love and concern, she checked to see everything
was fine and smiled at the boy’s soft dark hair, his delicate,
playful hands, and the little feet that would soon carry his tiny
body.
