Sometimes, an ordinary life is tuned upside down by one extraordinary event that changes everything. For Elizabeth Clayton, it was meeting the child known as Chicken Boy. Have you ever seen something so awful, so horrific, that you can’t believe it’s really true? Well, that’s what happened to me on 28 November 2002. I’d gone with the Rotary Club to a local old people’s home near where I lived in Fiji, to donate some furniture. I’d emigrated to the island 15 years ago to set up a furniture business. We’d just arrived when one of the other volunteers, Malini Raghwan, came running over. ‘Have you see the Chicken Boy?’ she babbled. ‘Chicken Boy?’ I replied, baffled. ‘What are you talking about?’ I didn’t know what to expect as she led me to a dirty ward at the back of the home. But what I saw will haunt me forever.