The day is ending, and so is the year 2021. One event stands out for me, and that is my son’s brush with death. Maxi had gone out with his father, but had chosen to stay on the compound to play with his friends. I had my misgivings but I did not expect anything to happen to him. In my mind, I would go out and call him soon. As I engaged in my other chore, I heard the cry of distress. Poking my head out to figure out the reason for the call, I was met with the news that my son had fallen into the well on our compound. Nobody knew how it happened. Quickly, I called his father who rushed to the well. He was helpless, so was I with a ten-month-old baby, and neither of us could swim. We were going to watch our son Maxi drown. I was numb. No tears could come from my eyes. I just couldn’t believe I was going to lose Maxi so soon, when he had not even lived yet. But there was nothing I could do. I don’t remember praying, but I remember regretting letting him stay outside to play. Then