It was another day and another trip to the village where we were greeted my some familiar faces. When we hiked our way through the gravel trail and finally reached our destination, we noticed a young father standing in front of his home. He had a crying toddler running around his porch but most noticeably, he had a baby in his arms that was covered in soars. The whelps and soars all over his body could be seen even from a distance away. He’s baby was very weak and overheated.