Chocolate against bitter life

Some time ago I was in a little Church near my home. There was a little Chore of children , so little children…
While they was singing, I noted something…there was a child among the others, he was particular…and he was in the last places, you could just see him…
Only when other children moved, I saw…I saw his enormous head…enormous and deformed…but a so sweet face…two good eyes…and full of love…
When his mother moved towards him, he turned himself…turned that big head on that little body…a little body of a child of 4 years old… stretched out his arms, his little and fragile arms…to his mother, who was taking him up…and he continued fixing her, with a love that is not of this world.
And the other children caressed him, and played with him…and he closed his eyes, and moved slowly and…didn’t smile. He didn’t smile.
Yesterday I come back home, and I saw an advice in the street…his advice…
A little child of only 7 years old flies in the sky, tortured from his strange and rare illness…
And now there’s an empty space, a space that was full of love.
But, how it seems, love is not enough to save a life.
I had given my love too.