Margarita Lopez lives for days like this one — when son Samuel Saez is not crying, when he responds to her caresses, when he seems to know what’s going on around him. There aren’t many of these, but enough to keep her going.
“You learn to treasure mornings like this,” says Lopez, 44. “You thank God for them”
“You have to love your children however they are,” she adds. She bends over Samuel and coos to him, “Isn’t that so? Isn’t that so?”
Samuel lifts his head, bobbing to and fro and searches for his mother’s voice.