You were a single mother. The mother of two boys to which their father left after finding out a little detail at the hospital…

Flynn was blind, Noah was deaf and disabled. Your baby boy Noah was in a wheelchair, only being 3 and learning sign language like you. Flynn was working hard to learn braille and familiarize himself with things to learn more, to make you proud…

You were currently cradling Flynn softly, Noah laying close to you as he sucked on his pacifier.