Our daughter kicked once more, strong and determined.
And I whispered the promise I had made that morning.
“You’ll never have to prove your worth to someone who refuses to see it.
And you’ll never have to face the world alone.”
Because the white cane Trent broke had eventually been replaced.
My confidence had remained.
And the boy who once believed he could take away my independence had unknowingly helped me discover something even more valuable.
A love that never required me to surrender it.
