Eighteen years ago, my life changed overnight. My wife left shortly after our twin daughters were born with visual impairments, leaving only a brief note behind. In an instant, I became a single father facing a future I barely understood. The early years were filled with uncertainty, long nights, and constant learning.
I studied everything I could about raising children with special needs, reorganized our home so the girls could move safely, and taught myself new skills to guide them. We didn’t have much, but we had consistency, care, and a determination to build a meaningful life together.
As the girls grew, I searched for ways to help them explore their talents. Sewing began as a simple activity to strengthen their coordination, but it soon revealed remarkable creativity. One daughter could identify fabrics by touch alone, while the other understood patterns and structure instinctively.
Our small apartment turned into a workshop filled with fabric, thread, and laughter. Over the years, they became confident, independent, and proud of their abilities. They never asked about the mother who left; instead, we focused on what we could create rather than what we had lost.
