Righto . . . we’re entering crying season again.

That time of year when the tissues come out and Telethon takes over our screens — and our hearts. A weekend when WA puts the footy banter and daily gripes aside and comes together for something far more important.

A weekend for the sick kids of WA. A weekend of hope. Of heartbreak. Of unfiltered, unforgettable humanity.

You know what I mean. One minute you’re smiling at a kid meeting their footy hero, the next you’re fighting back tears as a parent talks about a diagnosis that turned their world upside down. It’s raw. It’s beautiful. And it’s never been more needed.

Every year, Telethon reminds us of one basic truth: some people are doing it bloody tough. And they didn’t ask for it. They didn’t cause it. They were just handed a raw deal.

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