βœ¨πŸ’”πŸ•ŠοΈ A Journey From Loss to Justice πŸ•ŠοΈπŸ’”βœ¨

πŸ‘¦ I was only ten years old when my world shattered β€” the day my father was taken away.
The evidence looked strong to everyone else… but it was built on lies. βš–οΈπŸ˜”
We had no money for powerful lawyers, and a child’s tears meant nothing in a courtroom.
So the man who taught me how to ride a bike, how to be brave, how to dream β€” disappeared behind cold prison walls. πŸš”β›“οΈ

πŸͺ‘πŸ“ž Every weekend, I sat across from him on hard plastic chairs, separated by glass and tangled phone cords.
We forced smiles.
He pretended to be strong so I wouldn’t cry.
I pretended everything was okay β€” even when my heart was breaking. πŸ’”

πŸŽ“πŸ“š I grew up with one promise burning inside me:
I would bring my father home.
I studied. I fought. I became a lawyer.
And I reopened the case no one believed in.

πŸ•ŠοΈβœ¨ Today, after seventeen long years of waiting, praying, and never giving up β€”
my father walked out a free man.

😭❀️ Justice finally spoke.
Love finally won.
And our family finally began again. 🌈