One-year-old Enzo Castari, of Cáceres, Brazil, was born with a noticeable birthmark that spans one side of his nose and covers most of his forehead. His mother, 26-year-old Carolina Giraldelli, vowed with all of her heart that her son would never let the mark define him and that he would always feel perfect in his own flesh.
Carolina said, “It was a trying time for both of us.” “Judging looks and murmurs met us; they were filled with fear, scorn, pity, and even disgust. To demonstrate Enzo that he is normal despite the mark, my spouse and I decided to act as though nothing was out of the ordinary. We want him to know that he is loved exactly the way he is, to be resilient, and to have faith in himself.
Carolina and her spouse put forth a lot of effort to fight the discrimination that Enzo encountered. “We explain that Enzo is a normal boy, capable of playing, making friends, and experiencing love just like any other child,” we say to those who react with unease, curiosity, or terror.
Carolina asked a friend who works as a cosmetic artist to replicate Enzo’s birthmark on her face for a particular event. She remarked, “I was touched and surprised.” “I thought I was the world’s most beautiful woman.” Enzo was ecstatic, despite his inability to completely comprehend the significance.
Carolina even wore the makeup to work. “I felt like the proudest mother in the world, but people looked at me differently,” she remarked.
The birth of Enzo was challenging because the umbilical cord was wound twice around his neck. Carolina initially believed the birthmark to be dirt, but when she learned it was permanent, she sobbed, but not in grief, but in relief that her son was well. She understood then that in order to support him in facing the outside world, she would need to be strong, brave, and bold.
Carolina was shocked by the amount of support she received after posting a picture of herself online with the painted birthmark. “There have been innumerable words of love, support, and consolation for my son,” she remarked. “I think a lot of moms would be able to relate to
+my emotions upon viewing these images.”
My mother abandoned me in a cardboard box at a supermarket when I was an infant — two decades later, she reached out to me for assistance
Sue was left in a cardboard box as a small child. Luckily, a store clerk took her home and changed the course of her entire life. Now, in the form of an unexpected knock at the door, Sue has to face her past and the disappointment that comes with it. Is this a grand reunion or the biggest disappointment of Sue’s life?
I was left in a cardboard box in a supermarket twenty years ago. I was just a few months old, and all I had to my name were a few photos of my mother and a note.
The note read: I will always love you, Sue.
Nobody knew my surname or whether I had a middle name. Nobody seemed to know my mother or what had happened to my father. I was all alone in a world that didn’t know anything about me.
But even then, at a few months old, I seemed to be fortune’s fool. I was found by a kind store clerk, Ruby, who took me in.
“I couldn’t leave you there, Sue,” she would say whenever the story came up. “I became your guardian shortly after and raised you as my own. You became my little bug.”
Ruby was everything to me. And as I grew, the closer we became.
I was forever grateful that she gave me everything I needed. But still, I never stopped wondering why my mother left me and if she would ever come back.
“I know that it bothers you, darling,” Ruby told me one day as she made lasagna for dinner. “But she’s an enigma now. We have nothing that could lead us to her.”
“I know,” I said, grating more cheese for when the dish was ready. “It’s just frustrating when I start thinking about it.”
“You love the internet, you love social media, Sue. Use it, share your story, maybe it will resonate with people, and you can connect with others just like you.”
She opened the oven and put the tray of lasagna inside.
So I did just that, and I became a well-known video blogger, sharing my story with the world.
“You’ve created a safe platform for people to share their stories, too,” Ruby told me when I read comments from my latest video to her.
“It means something to me,” I said, helping myself to the eclairs on the table.
Fast forward to the present. I am successful and able to provide for myself and my guardian.
“So much for being an abandoned baby,” I said to myself as I washed my face one night.
But imagine my surprise when an unexpected knock on my door changed everything.
I opened the door to find a frail, older woman standing there, her eyes filled with regret and desperation.
“Sue, darling,” she said. “I am your mother, and I need your help!”
I just looked at her, unable to blink for fear of missing the moment.
“Do you still have the note I left with you when I left you safely in the store?”
Safely? I thought to myself. I stood there, paralyzed by the flood of emotions that had come in when she entered my home.
“Yes, I have it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I kept it.”
“I know I have no right to ask for your help after what I did, but I need you to believe me when I say I had no choice back then. I was running from a dangerous situation. And I thought leaving you in a safe place was the only way to protect you. I needed to disappear.”
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