My Special Child
Maybe the world isn’t as bad as we make it out to be. Perhaps we just need to look a little harder—to notice the goodness, recognise the kindness, and, most importantly, carry it forward. A child born with a cleft lip didn’t choose it. She didn’t do it to herself. This is how God made her—and who are we to decide that something different is something ugly? I only wish we could learn to look beyond the surface. To see the person before the appearance. The heart before the face. The inner beauty before the external body. Because maybe the world becomes a little kinder when we stop judging what we see and start seeing what truly matters.