It was 2010. The perfect marriage, the perfect pregnancy, the perfect birth.
When I first held my newborn Son, Owen, in my arms...I dreamed of his future. I could see it in his beautiful big blue eyes. My visions of Owen kicking a ball around the yard with his Dad, and my hopes of hearing my little boy say "Mummy" for the first time, all started to slowly fade away by the time he was 18 months old.
By the time Owen was 5, our world - and his - changed forever.
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