Twelve-year-old Daniel Dilchand spends his days in a wheelchair, the result of the abuse he suffered at the hands of the godmother he had lived with since he was a baby.
Sitting in the chair, Daniel’s perspective has changed, but the view before him is still familiar: Now, he is living with his biological mother and two siblings at Lot 619 ‘B’ Field, Sophia, in a small house, about 10 by 10 feet, furnished only with a shelf with a few kitchen utensils, boxes filled with clothes, a small kerosene stove and one bed. An older brother, Andy, had also
