When Branson was three, his life came to a sudden stop.
Stage 4. High-risk. Words no parent is ever ready to hear π.
Hospitals replaced playgrounds π₯.
Treatments replaced bedtime stories ππ.
Childhood became a fight for tomorrow.
But today, Branson is 11 β and six years cancer-free ππ€.
He runs the field βΎ.
Hits the ball.
Laughs freely β like nothing ever tried to steal his future away.
This is what strength looks like when it grows up β¨πͺ.
Not defined by what nearly took him,
but by the life he reclaimed.

If you have a word of thanks, a bit of hope, or a quiet prayer π, please leave it for Branson and his family π€.