10/12/2025
He was born small, fragile, and impossibly perfect. The moment I held him, I knew my life would never be the same.
My son came into this world missing one arm. For a brief moment, fear rushed in — would life be harder for him, would people see his strength, or only his difference?
Then his tiny hand curled around my finger, steady and determined. In that instant, I understood: he is a fighter. Not defined by what he lacks, but by the limitless spirit within him. To me, he is not different — he is extraordinary.
I made a promise that day: to love him fiercely, to protect him always, and to remind him every single day that he is more than enough.
Today wasn’t just the day my son was born. It was the day I was reborn too — with a mission clearer than ever: to love him endlessly, without condition, for as long as I live.
And this is only the beginning of his extraordinary journey…
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