Chapter 18 - Owen’s First Words of CourageThat weekend, we celebrated Owen’s ninth birthday—his first real birthday in freedom.
We decorated the backyard with colorful streamers and giant balloons. Mrs. Alvarez baked a massive three-tier chocolate cake, topped with nine glowing candles.
As we sang to him, Owen stood on a chair, his eyes sparkling with joy. When it was time to blow out the candles, he paused, looked up at me, and said loudly for everyone to hear:
May you like
"I am not scared anymore, Daddy!"
The small crowd of neighbors and friends cheered. I picked Owen up, swinging him into the air as he laughed hysterically. Lily ran over, hugging my legs tight. For the first time in years, the air felt light, pure, and free.
