Blue light. Emergency. After birth surgery. After surgery, intensive care. Between beeps, tubes and ventilation sounds lie fates. Days, weeks, months. Years.
Little prodigies in plastic trays. Next to them, if they are lucky, mom or dad. If they are lucky, they survive it all. The child - and mom and dad too.
The diagnosis is terminally ill. But a child is a child is a child and every day with him a gift. And maybe this makes such a diagnosis much more conscious. A song for all parents of sick children or children with disabilities and at the same time an encouragement to all expectant parents to carry children with diseases or disabilities, to accept and to believe in themselves and their child.