Seizures twist his arms and legs so that they can break and the mother embraces her son and holds him tightly not to let that happen. They can sit for hours like this. Mom shakes him and tries to stop her son's groans and crying with her songs, but this does not always help. Mom also starts to cry, she feels how her son suffers, she feels his pain, but can do nothing to help him. Imagine how it is to watch your flesh and blood, the love of your life is dying in terrible throes!

6-year-old little Amiko greeted us with the words: “Mom is in pain, she is in pain all the time. She cries and thinks, I can't see. But I see everything, and quickly bring her pills.

He is only one year old, but he does not laugh, he only cries of hunger. Lord, what a horror! Hunger...not in wartime, but in peaceful Georgia!

We have nothing of our own. We sold everything we could sell to cure Tornike. We have been treating him for sixteen years.

"Dad died ... probably very soon, and we are behind him ..." - these words of the 12-year-old guy simply terrified us.

The girl is not a guy. And the face for the future mother and wife is almost the most important thing in life!

“I’m lying on the floor, I am foaming from my mouth, I open my eyes, I see my mother and brother standing over my head and crying... it’s clear, I had an attack again... the first thing I do - I cross myself and say thank you that it happened to me at home".

“I open my eyes, but I don’t know whether I am awake or still sleeping... If it’s dark around, scary and it hurts - it means I woke up. If it is a sunny day and I am walking in Tbilisi - it means I am sleeping and it’s a dream”.

"Caution! Slow down! Stop! Danger!” Probably it is safer to walk in a minefield than in this house. Having worked for many years at the Fund and having seen the primitive living conditions, we sometimes think that we got already used to such houses. But alas! It is impossible to get used to this.

God, it's hard to imagine where people live, it's hard to believe where the state is pushing them: into former dilapidated hospitals, greenhouses, barns. Our today's heroes - little Anna and her pregnant mother Victoria - live in the boiler house.

Have you ever seen the sad eyes of a child? Not, of course! Children's eyes always radiate an endless joy! Children never have problems, but not those who are we going to tell you about, friends!

Such an ending would be just right for this story. Don't you believe me? Then take a few minutes to read a story about all the horrors in the life of an old and sick woman and her loving son.