Can you imagine being lost and roaming through the hot desert? Can you imagine hoping and praying that the rain will fall so that you can drink? Can you imagine what that’s like, while you’re still holding your child, this child with you, depending on you? Can you now imagine the weight on your shoulders, as you desperately cry and pray for the rain to fall? The desperation of providing water, for not only yourself, but your child as well? The confusion and the false illusio