That day, in the practice room filled with soft murmurs and mannequin arms, I watched you hold a needle like it was something fragile, something important — and it was. It wasn’t just your first suture. It was just a suture, they said — a thread, a needle, a mannequin without a name. But, It was your first step into the world you’ve worked so hard for, the world you’re going to change in your own calm, intelligent way. I stood there, watching closely — not with loud applause, but with quiet, steady pride. You understood things so quickly, your focus so natural.And all I could think was — he’s made for this. I saw how your hands moved, careful and thoughtful, and it hit me: this is only the beginning of all the lives you’ll touch, all the people who will be lucky to be in your care. And even though no one else may have noticed the moment as I did, I’ll carry it with me — because I was there when you placed your first stitch, and I saw more than a suture. I saw a dream becoming real. I encouraged you because I know who you are — not just brilliant, but kind. Not just capable, but thoughtful. And I will keep holding onto this moment, quietly cheering you on, hoping life opens every right door for you, one by one. Because you truly deserve everything good — and I believe, deeply and completely, that it's all on its way to you.
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