On graduation night, my son entered the auditorium wearing a puffy red dress. The room erupted with laughter, but what he said next silenced everyone. I’m 34, a single mom, and I’ve raised my son, Liam, completely on my own. I was very young when I had him. My parents couldn’t accept my pregnancy, and his father, Ryan, disappeared the moment he learned the truth. From that point on, it was just the two of us, learning how to navigate life together. I loved Liam more fiercely than I ever thought