The small boy waited for his father to return home. He hung around the wide gate,  leading to a massive compound  with their house taking up one side of the  open space around.  Several large shady trees lined up one side, creating a  natural  protective canopy  over the patients who lay under the tree. The  patients were lying straight with IV drips  snaking into their arms. They were groaning.  The small boy named Bijoy Rabha , had adjusted their IV drips hanging from the branches of the trees after inserting the needle into their veins, as he had been taught. His father did not return home that evening. Instead he sent word through a villager who owned a bullock cart  that more supplies were needed as several patients had lined up when word spread that  someone from the health centre was present at their village. Bijoy’s mother , and  maternal…