β¨πποΈ A Journey From Loss to Justice ποΈπβ¨

π¦ I was only ten years old when my world shattered β the day my father was taken away.
The evidence looked strong to everyone elseβ¦ but it was built on lies. βοΈπ
We had no money for powerful lawyers, and a childβs 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. πβοΈ
πͺπ 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 wouldnβt cry.
I pretended everything was okay β even when my heart was breaking. π

ππ 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.
ποΈβ¨ Today, after seventeen long years of waiting, praying, and never giving up β
my father walked out a free man.
πβ€οΈ Justice finally spoke.
Love finally won.
And our family finally began again. π