He should have died there. Flames swallowed the house, beams crashed down, and his own skin became a prison he could never escape. Seventy surgeries couldn’t give him back what the fire stole. Strangers stared. Children flinched. He stopped hoping for normal. Then a mother buried her son… and chose to give away his fa… Continues…
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