Writer's View

The diagnosed child will feel tormented, lost, unhappy.

On his okay-days, he would constantly pray for happiness; the type of genuine joy that will last for a lifetime.

On his sickly-stricken days, he’d beg the Almighty; to ease his pain, his suffering, his sorrow.

All his life, the diagnosed child thought that hope no longer exists, especially for the existing abnormality such as he.

Growing into an adult, he realized that he was mistaken all this time. To be diagnosed means not to be without hope, but to live with it. It means that despite rainy storms which gloom the skies he lives in, there will and always be an infinite rainbow.

Life is not meant to be cruel to the diagnosed child, nor is it supposed to be the harshest to an adult.

Life is knowing that each day is meant to be lived and not just be survived.