She Always Calls Me Beautiful
My mom looks into my blue eyes and says I’m beautiful—not to comfort me, but because she truly sees it.

At birth, others saw limits and doubts. Mom felt fear… but chose boundless love instead.
She never let a diagnosis define me—we learned together, step by step.
Now, my laughs shatter old doubts. My hugs heal hearts. My smiles light up rooms.

I don’t fit “normal”—and that’s my gift. I remind the world: True beauty blooms in unlimited love.