The doctor’s office was simple and bleak.  The walls were empty except for the chipping beige paint on stone walls connected to a stone floor.  There were two worn cots with a simple white sheet on each one and a small wooden desk with a chair on either side. This was the room where a young Somali mother brought her dying, infant son and the room where I came face to face with a malnourished baby.  This wasn’t an infomercial and there were no famous actors and film crews pleading to me through the television. Less than a foot away from me…