They said I was a monster.
A predator. A danger to my own family.
They didn’t just try to imprison me — they tried to erase who I was as a father.
But the truth always finds a way to survive.
In my case, it came in the form of blue paper, marker pens, and the love only a child can write honestly.
These are birthday cards from my sons — Andrew and Alex.
They don’t call me dangerous. They don’t call me a threat.
They call me “the best dad we could ask for.”
They thank me for everything I’ve done for them.
They drew hearts, balloons, and flowers.
They said: “We love you.”
These weren’t created under pressure. They weren’t written with legal strategy.
They were made with crayons, innocence, and truth — long before the lies began to unfold in courtrooms and PSRs.
Let that sink in.
Before the character assassination.
Before the false allegations.
Before the twisted reports and corrupt silence of officials…
My children loved me.
They looked up to me.
They were proud of me.
I’m publishing these cards today because they deserve to be seen — not hidden in a drawer or redacted by some bureaucrat’s pen.
Let the system say what it wants.
These letters prove they lied.
🟥 Read the evidence below.
🟥 Then ask yourself: Who’s really guilty here?
