As Edward stood there, struggling to process what he’d witnessed, memories of Noah’s laughter and the vibrant boy he once was flooded his mind. A part of him had almost forgotten what his son’s smile looked like, tucked away in the recesses of his heart, overshadowed by years of despair.
In that moment, Rosa’s simple explanation resonated deeper than any medical jargon or therapeutic prognosis ever had. She had seen beyond Noah’s condition, into the core of who he was—a child deserving of joy, of moments unscripted by clinical expectations.
