At first, it looked like a fairy tale. Míša held two healthy baby girls in her arms - twins. Nothing suggested trouble ahead. “Two healthy babies, and you’re living on a cloud,” she used to say.

Little Andrew is a smiling, social little angel with eyes as blue as a summer sky. His birth was without complications - but soon it became clear his path wouldn’t be simple.

“Wait for me, my Fast Arrows!” Lojzík shouts, his eyes shining with excitement. “Let’s go to the alleys of Stínadla - where anything can happen!”

When she was born, the room fell silent. The doctors looked at one another - they knew this was an exceptionally serious case.