“ALL THAT GLITTERS ARE NOT GOLD; ALL BENEVOLENT ARE NOT BOLD; FOR THERE IS A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE TO EVERY CROSSROAD; WHETHER ONE IS YOUNG OR ONE IS OLD.”

IT ALL STARTED IN A FAMILY OF NOW FOUR, THE SON JOYOUS TO SEE HIS BROTHER. EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE POOR, WHO WOULDN’T ADORE THIS FAMILY OF TWO CHILDREN, A FATHER AND MOTHER?

BUT A TIME CAME WHEN THE LAND DRIED AND THE BIRDS CEASED TO SING, A FAMINE THAT KILLED THE PEOPLE, VICIOUS AND UNFORGIVING; THE FAMILY STRUGGLED MORE TO MEET BOTH ENDS; HOW WERE THEY TO KNOW ABOUT THE ADDED TROUBLES TO DEFEND?

THEN BEFELL AN INFLUENZA EPIDEMIC; THE SON, A VICTIM OF ITS CLAWS FELL SICK; THE FAMILY NOW WAS IN DESPAIR; FOOD WAS SHORT AND THE PRICES OF MEDICINE TOO HIGH TO BEAR.

THE FATHER WORKED HARDER; THE MOTHER WORKED LONGER; THE HARDSHIPS NEVER GOT EASY, THE FAMILY GOT...