Amelia looked at Samuel and me in confusion. I stared at Samuel like a deer caught in the headlight. He approached us slowly and stared at Isaiah.
" Hi, Isaiah, I'm your uncle Samuel." He held my son's hand and kissed it.
" Hello, uncle Tham," Isaiah answered shyly. Then Samuel turned to me and asked.
" Is he okay, Maria?" Automatically my eyes teared up again. "He looked so fragile and pale," Samuel asked worriedly.
" We better sit down, guys. Isaiah can't be under the sun for too long." I replied and guided my dad to sit on the sofa under the shade.
" Isaiah was born with a critical congenital heart defect or CCHD, and he requires multiple open-heart surgeries. I have been working hard to save the money needed for those surgeries, but even if I work for the rest of my life, it seems
