I used to be sick all the time. Every year, without fail, pneumonia would visit me at least twice, followed by endless rounds of colds and the flu. I remember the exhaustion, the constant coughing, the way my body always felt like it was fighting something. I was so weak that my mom would carry…
A year and a half.Some might call it short, just a blink. But time isn’t measured in numbers. It’s measured in changes, in the way we grow, stretch, fall, and rise again. In a year and a half, a baby learns to walk, talk, and recognize love in a familiar voice.A business is born from…