Doctors once said my dad, Michael, couldn’t raise a child because he has Down syndrome. But he proved them wrong — with patience, work, and endless love.

Mom left when I was six months old, yet Dad stayed, learning every routine, helping me study even when it took him longer.
Years later, I entered his same university.

He walked me to class, saved for my books, and whispered, *“You belong here.”*
When I graduated, he cheered like it was his victory — and I realized love builds families, not limitations.