Efirem’s story resembles the beginning of Hansel and Gretel. His mother dies of TB, and his father remarries a greedy woman who forces him to choose between his epileptic son or her love. And just as in Hansel and Gretel, the foolish father chooses poorly! Efirem is sent away to the nearest town, where he begs or carries wood to survive. The thread of life imitating art ends there; Efirem’s story has no edible houses or breadcrumb trails, but it does, thankfully, have a happy ending that begins with a terrible infection. It almost killed him, or sent him to “the gravel yard,” as he recalls it, a foot infection that left him immobile, drifting in and out of consciousness. A passerby took him to Lalmba’s Chiri Health Center. There is where Efirem met the man whom he credits with saving his life and for inspiring these words: “I want to be a doctor like Bob.” He remembers the night when his foot was giving him excruciating pain, and he called out for Dr. Bob. Even though it was the middle of the night Dr. Bob came. He lanced his foot, giving Efirem instant relief and his first good night’s sleep. “I felt so good that he came to help me. He was like a father.” Efirem’s foot is better now, and his epilepsy is under control. Now enrolled in Lalmba’s RCAR program, he lives in a house with a kind family who expects him to help out and to go to school. He has 3 meals a day, and for the first time in his 14 years, he’s able to dream of his future.