In the quiet corners of family courts, louder than the gavel, rises the cry of a child, caught between parents who once loved and now battle. Custody disputes, though dressed in legal robes, are not merely matters of law. They are matters of the heart.
Love has turned sour. Trust has turned to dust. And so, the court is called—not just to decide—but to guide, not as a cold umpire of rules, but as a guardian of what truly matters