The road to recovery from malnutrition is measured in milliliters.

Joshua received a dose of specialized therapeutic milk, F-100, every four hours—100 calories per 100 ml. Too large a portion could have killed him; too small, and it wouldn’t have been enough to save him. Six cups a day. Measuring his arm circumference, weighing him. His mother holding her breath as the scale’s needle inched toward the green, safe zone. Waiting for test results, each second stretching into eternity.

Today, Joshua no longer needs milk, but the staff watches every bite he takes. Time doesn’t move backward, but progress can—malaria can strike with devastating force then.

When he fell ill, time stood still for him. A starving child suffers so much that their body stops sending the most vital survival signals. Their small body enters a state of lethargy—no longer asking, no longer waiting. It simply gives up.

But Joshua’s mother did not give up. She did something that, in a country where herbal medicine is by far the most common therapy, is far from obvious – she came to us for help.

For her son to get another chance at life, he had to receive it three times—once from her, once from fate (as they reached us safely despite the war in the region), and once from you. It was you who provided the funds that made it possible to finance his entire nutritional therapy—funds that continue to make a difference in this remarkable center.

We bow to you with gratitude and want to emphasize—this wasn’t done through one-time donations. This was the work of many, many small contributions of a few euros, given in trust over the past 10 years.

For that trust, we thank you with all our hearts—and we ask for another year.