When my mother was pregnant, doctors said Michael — my dad — would never be able to raise a child. He has Down syndrome, and they believed that would define his limits 🏥💔.
But my father never believed in limits 💪. He believed in love, responsibility, and showing up — every single day 🤍.

📚 He worked part-time, followed careful routines ⏰, and sat beside me as I studied, reading my papers out loud so we could learn together ✏️✨.
Some days were simple 🥣. Some nights ended with him falling asleep mid-math lesson 😴 — exhausted, but still there 🌈.

🎓 When I was accepted into the same university, he saved every dollar for my books, proudly walked me to class, and reminded me — again and again — that I belonged ✨🤍.
👏 On graduation day, he clapped louder than anyone, as if the achievement were his own ❤️.

🌟 In that moment, I understood something forever:
They said he couldn’t raise a child — but he raised a dream.
And together, we didn’t just grow up… we grew strong 🤍💫.