๐๐ โYOU NEVER LET GOโ โ A Love Written in Circles, Not Lines ๐๐

โLucy, can you handle a kid like that?โ
That was the question they asked her the day she met me โ a sevenโyearโold boy with thin legs, a fragile frame, and a wheelchair the world thought I would never leave.
Doctors spoke in certainties.
โSheโll never walk.โ
โHeโll never stand.โ
โHeโll always need help.โ
But Lucy didnโt listen to any of them.
She didnโt argue.
She didnโt defend.
She simply walked over, took my small hand into her warm one, and whispered,
โCome on, sweetheartโฆ letโs go home.โ โจ๐
And from that moment on, she never let go.
Nights at the laundromat, the hum of machines rocking me to sleep.
Days in clinics, stretching muscles that screamed in pain.
Trying. Failing. Crying. Trying again.
She pushed me through every storm โ literally and figuratively.
She held my legs steady.
She wiped my tears.
She taught me how to fight even when the world expected me to surrender.
At 14, braces strapped to my legs, sweat pouring down my back, fear trembling in my bonesโฆ I stood.
And thenโฆ one step.
Then another.
And another.
I still remember the sound she made โ a broken, trembling cry โ as she fell to her knees and sobbed into her hands.
โYou did itโฆ my baby, you did it.โ ๐๐ญ
For decades, she was my strength.
My legs.
My courage.
My mother.
Then life shifted.
Polio โ the same thief that once haunted my childhood โ stole her strength instead.
The woman who pushed me outside into the sunโฆ now waits for me to push her.
The hands that fed meโฆ now tremble as I lift the spoon to her lips.
The voice that once told me โYou can do itโโฆ now whispers, โThank you, baby.โ
I cook.
I clean.
I lift.
I carry.
I stay.
And every night, before turning off her light, I kiss her forehead and remind her:
โMomโฆ you never let go of me.
And Iโm not letting go of you now.โ
This is not a story of disability.
Not a story of illness.
Not a story of pity.
This is a love story.
A circle โ not a line.
A life lived handโinโhand.
Because sometimes, the strongest heroes wear aprons instead of capesโฆ
and sometimes, the greatest repayment of love
is simply staying. ๐๐๐ฉโ๐ฆฝ