Because I had lived those days too.
Every hospital visit.
Every night he cried.
Every moment we chose to keep going.
“You left because I was going to be in a wheelchair,” he said.
Then he paused.
And slowly…
he took a step.
Then another.
No cane. No support.
Just strength.
The entire room held its breath.
“You left because you thought I’d never stand,” he said quietly.
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