I came across this picture of Nicky the other day while transferring photos from one computer to another and I had to stop and admire it. This is Nicky, he was 2.5 years old, with a needle in his hand, poking his own blood blister on his wrist. Just the fact that I could trust Nicky to handle a needle at that age, when I could not dream of giving a needle to my healthy 10 year old today, speaks volumes at the amount of grace, patience & maturity Nicky had to have at such young age. But that is only the tip of the iceberg as far as he’s concerned. Nicky adds a certain family dynamic that is hard to explain or even illustrate. In a way, Nicky is shy, withdrawn. He does not speak much and it is hard to have a conversation with him just because IRead More →