Through tears of joy, she told me she had just graduated at the top of her class. She’d been accepted into a prestigious program—something she once thought impossible. She credited her success to the spark my son had lit inside her, a spark that never went out.
She sent me a framed photo of herself on graduation day—standing tall in her cap and gown, radiant with pride. Tucked beside it was a letter, written in long, flowing sentences, describing how my son had changed her life.Continue reading…
