When baby Tessa from Ireland was born, she caught the attention of many. Namely, this sweet baby was born without a nose.
The anomaly was detected while Tessa’s mom was pregnant and the couple was advised to terminate the pregnancy, but neither her mom nor her dad wanted to do something like that. Since the baby was developing inside the womb, they believed there was a chance that she could have a normal life after she was born too.
Tessa’s parents were more than willing to take care of a special child.
Today, Tessa is four years old.
Over the course of the years, she has undergone plenty of surgeries that were meant to help her live a normal life, as much as that is possible.
Sadly, having no nose isn’t the only difficulty this girl faces. She’s also deaf, and recently, she went blind on one of her eyes as a result of a surgery she had undergone.
However, despite all these challenges, Tessa is a happy child. She loves her life and is happy to have such caring parents and siblings who love her endlessly.
Her mom hopes that over time, doctors would be able to ease her life even further.
Tessa, we wish you only the best life brings.
I Asked to Be Cut from My Parents’ Will after Overhearing My Brothers’ Conversation
When Elena’s parents decided to leave her the family home, she expected her brothers to share in the joy. Instead, their hidden resentment leads to a revelation that changes everything. Will her decision to reject her inheritance heal old wounds or create new ones?
Growing up as the youngest and the only daughter in a tight-knit family had its perks and its challenges. But mostly, I felt cherished, surrounded by my parents and two protective older brothers, Kyle and Dean.
It was the kind of childhood you’d think was straight out of a feel-good movie—complete with raucous holiday gatherings, summer barbecues in our backyard, and the kind of parents who never missed a school play or a soccer game.
Last weekend was no different in its familial warmth, or so I thought as we gathered around the dining table, the familiar scents of mom’s cooking mingling with the soft murmur of catch-up conversations.
Our parents, though noticeably grayer and more deliberate in their movements, were as spirited as ever, their eyes twinkling with a kind of excitement you’d associate with kids planning a secret clubhouse meeting.
As we settled into the comfortable rhythm of passing dishes and sharing updates, Mom and Dad exchanged a glance—a silent nod that seemed to signal it was time for the ‘main event’ of the evening.
Clearing his throat, Dad announced, “We’ve been thinking a lot about the future, especially about this house, which has been a home to so many memories for us.”
Mom took over with a voice both soft and resolute, “We’ve decided that we want Elena to have the house in our will.”
The words landed on the table with a weight I hadn’t anticipated, stirring a mixture of surprise and gratitude in me. “Really?” was all I managed, my voice a mix of shock and a burgeoning sense of responsibility.
That’s when I noticed it—the poker faces on Kyle and Dean. As our parents continued discussing the details, my brothers clapped mechanically, their smiles not quite reaching their eyes.
Something in their expressions hinted at a private joke or a shared concern, hidden just beneath the surface of their orchestrated calm.
Trying to shake off a growing unease, I nodded and thanked my parents, though the look in my brothers’ eyes—hinting at something hidden—stayed with me.
After everyone had said their goodnights and the house quieted down, the small twinge of unease I felt earlier began to settle into the pit of my stomach.
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