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<\/p>\nI glanced around the living room, cluttered with Aiden\u2019s toys and medical equipment. Vanessa\u2019s words from that morning echoed painfully.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t do this anymore, James. I need my life back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d I had asked, stunned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAiden\u2026 I love him, but he\u2019s a burden. I want out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s our son!\u201d My voice had cracked.<\/p>\n
But she\u2019d already made up her mind. She packed her bags and left without looking back. That day, I became both mother and father to Aiden.<\/p>\n
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\u201cHey, buddy, you want to play with the blocks?\u201d I called out to Aiden, who was in his wheelchair by the window. His bright eyes sparkled, and he gave a big smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cDada, blocks!\u201d he giggled, his hands flapping in excitement.<\/p>\n
I set the blocks in front of him and watched as he tried to stack them with his limited mobility. It was moments like these that gave me strength.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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