We Raised an Abandoned Little Boy – Years Later, He Froze When He Saw Who Was Standing Beside My Wife
I’ve spent my entire life as a pediatric surgeon, fixing broken hearts, mending bodies that seemed too fragile to survive. But nothing could have prepared me for the day I met Owen. He was six years old, impossibly small in an oversized hospital bed, with eyes far too big for his pale little face. His chart read like a death sentence: congenital heart defect. Critical. The kind of diagnosis that robs a child of childhood, replacing laughter with fear, play with endless beeping machines. When I walked in that first