“Mom, if it were normal, would people love me?” …For years they mocked my son and called him “the old man,” but one day, the words he had written in his old notebook made the whole room stand up

PART 1

When I first saw my son,s. a strange silence filled the room.

The doctors looked at each other.

One of the nurses even tried to hide her tears.

Little Daniel didn’t look like a newborn.

His face was covered in wrinkles. His hands were thin and his skin looked like that of an old man.

“I’m so sorry…” said the doctor quietly. “Your child has a very rare genetic condition.”

I didn’t hear the rest of his words.

I felt like the whole world had stopped.

I was just looking at my son.

With his tiny hand, he squeezed one of my fingers.

And at that moment I understood.

He was my son.

Not his illness.

Not his appearance.

Not the eyes of people.