I enrolled him in a special school that embraced his unique way of learning and communicating. His teachers were patient and kind, helping him to navigate and understand the world around him.

Over time, he blossomed, his laughter ringing out like music, his insights often profound and beyond his years.

I learned to let go of the resentment I had harbored towards my husband, who had walked away when things got difficult. Instead, I focused on the joy of witnessing my son’s growth, on being the support he needed. It wasn’t easy, but I realized that bitterness would only hold us both back.