My little sweety-pie is one hundred and two years and eight months old. And
she was given up by the medical establishment at age
100. She could not say a word and
had no facial expression. Her face was assymetrical and she looked like a concentration camp inmate. It was only after six months did she say her first word, and then the words came slowly. She still hasn't completely recovered, but smiles and laughs and can say "I love you," very clearly. And every day is a day of laughter.