Eighteen years ago, my life changed in a single night. My wife left shortly after our twin daughters were born with visual impairments, leaving behind only a short note. Suddenly, I was a father of two, alone and unsure, staring at a future I didn’t know how to navigate. The early years were exhausting—sleepless nights, constant learning, and quiet fear—but also filled with resolve. I adapted our home for their safety, studied everything I could about special-needs parenting, and promised myself I would never leave them behind.
As the girls grew, I searched for ways to help them discover their strengths. Sewing began as a simple exercise to improve coordination, but it quickly revealed something special. One could recognize fabrics by touch alone, while the other understood patterns as if they were instinct. Our small apartment became a workshop of fabric, thread, and laughter. With time, they grew confident, creative, and proud of who they were.
