My mom left me as a newborn, but my dad—at just 19—chose to stay.

I’m Joey, born with Down syndrome. He learned parenting step by step, alone. From therapies to milestones, he was there while peers partied.
Now, as adults, we’re inseparable: cooking, laughing, jamming to tunes.
Grateful he chose me—his love shaped my strength.   Without him, I’d be lost.

The youngest hearts can be the biggest. Thank you, Dad.