That cold February day remains etched in my memory. When the doctor placed Miguel in my arms, I felt an immense love. But when I looked at my husband, Roberto, I realized that he did not feel the same. The diagnosis was clear: our son had Down syndrome. While I held him tenderly, Roberto sank into silence.
One night he said the words that hurt me the most: “This child will be a burden.” From then on, I raised him alone, watching Miguel grow with infinite kindness and a heart willing to love even those who rejected him.
Years later, Roberto suffered a stroke. He needed constant care, and it was Miguel who stepped forward: “I can take care of him, Mom.” Day after day, he fed him, encouraged him, and stayed by his side with patience.
One day, through tears, Roberto whispered, “Our son is the best man I have ever known.”
Today, as I watch Miguel support his father as he walks, I understand the truth: he was never a burden, but a gift who came into the world to teach us what love truly is.
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