”I still have his clothes and pictures hanging on the wall. His name was Raphael. He was only one year when he fell down the stairs. When I explained to the doctors what had happened they didn’t believe me. They thought I was lying and that I physically abused him. After that, every time I would see a baby my heart would break but somehow I had to keep going for my other kids. A few months later I was feeling really nauseous and I thought I had food poisson. I was shocked when I turned out to be pregnant. After losing Raphael I never thought I would have another child. I didn’t think I would have it in me to love another baby. Project Pearls helped me, not just financially but they treated me like family.
When my daughter was born I asked the founder of the project to be her godmother and to name her. She gave her the name Gabi, which is short for Gabriel. It means Angel.” (Manila, Philippines)