The auditorium erupted into applause as my son crossed the stage.
Every step he took felt like a miracle.
Not because doctors had once said he would never walk, but because I knew every painful hour hidden behind those steps. Every surgery. Every setback. Every night he clenched his teeth through physical therapy while insisting he wasn’t quitting.
Warren stood and applauded louder than anyone.
He smiled proudly, waving as though he’d earned the right.
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