“Don’t take him home. He won’t live long anyway… One day you’ll thank me for this decision,” my husband said about our newborn son before walking out of the hospital that very same day. And in that moment, I made a decision I might still regret for the rest of my life – Happy paws

Then two.

Then three.

His body changed much faster than other children’s bodies did.

The wrinkles on his face became deeper.

His hair remained extremely thin.

He was small for his age and became tired quickly.

But he had the most curious eyes I had ever seen.

By the time he was five, he could spend hours asking me questions.

Why is the sky blue?

Why do people grow old?

Why do people feel sad when they lose someone?

Then one day, he asked the question I had feared most.

“Mom, why do I look older than you?”

I sat beside him.

“Because your body works a little differently.”

“Am I sick?”

I couldn’t lie to him.

“Yes.”

He was silent for a few seconds.

“But I’m still going to school tomorrow, right?”

I laughed and hugged him.

“Of course.”

School, however, was one place where I couldn’t always protect him.