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You can still fly when your wings are clipped, right? Yes, it might be hard. And yes, you will stumble, oh you will even fall.


But that doesn’t mean you can’t.


It just means that you have to find some other ways to fly.


So I watch “The Unbreakable Boy” yesterday and the movie brought me to tears. Such unbelievably good children with great parent. The movie is bare, very full of trust; vulnerabilities, strengths, and heart warming emotions that is very beautifully portrayed throughout of it.


It’s from the same director Auggie in “Wonder” but in this one, the main character is Auzman.


Auzman is a little kid with OI (Osteogenesis Imperfecta) and autism. And being a little kid, he sometimes wants to be as strong as his brother but his bones never allowed him to do so.


So over the years, he become strong on something else instead.


He become the mascott of his school. Someone that brings joy and light to everybody he passes by.


Auzman sees the best in everyone, even the school bully. He shines so bright despite everything that he has going on & everything that he went through.


“I want to be more like my son.” The father says on the movie. “To live everyday like it’s his best day, and cherish every moment as his best moment.“


“I believe him, you know. I believe him when he says that milkshake is the best strawberry milkshake in the whole world.”


It is very touching to see the bond slowly form, between a father and his son; something that is still so rare in our nowadays world. How his father tries so hard to see what his son sees, to understand him little by little, for everyday of his life.


The movie shows great support of family love to their children. From the main character’s parent to him, even from the father parent’s (the grandparent — red) support to Auzman’s father.


“We’re all broken, son.” Says the father’s mom. “But what matter is what you do with it. To heal or not to heal.”


Everything is subtle, you know. The faith, the struggles,  the support, the effort, the love, but it is so loud and clear in the movie. I’m grateful to have watch it.


And I hope my review will invite you to watch it too. Enjoy!


Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, 4 Maret 2025.

Hari Selasa, pukul 3 sore.

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