We plan. We hope. We wish. But we never know which paths our children go.
Watching them growing is like watching a fast-forwarded movie. Suddenly they're here. I've shown them many doors, and they show me many other doors I didn't know. But I let them follow their hearts, their passions.
They choose the door. The path. I'm grateful that I am given the chance to witness them in these moments. And like many moments before since they were babies, my eyes are never outta tears of joy.
Ibit: Choir
Ar: mountaineers
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