Faith’s POV

Two months passed quickly. Jairee’s therapy finally ended, and my son has fully recovered—something we’re endlessly grateful for. Every time I see him running, giggling, and playing again in the mall playground as if nothing ever happened, it feels like a thorn has been pulled from my chest.

As a mother, nothing compares to the joy and relief in my heart as I watch my child’s energy return, his laughter brighter than ever. Every chuckle is like music, reminding me that ...