She doesn’t understand the machines 🏥
Or the quiet room 🤍
Or why her mommy looks tired—but keeps smiling 💔😊

She doesn’t know the names of treatments.
She doesn’t understand time or waiting.

She just knows she’s trying.
Every single day 💪✨

So small.
So fragile.
So unbelievably brave 🌸

And through it all, she is wrapped in love a mother’s strength, whispered prayers, gentle hands holding on 🤍

If you believe love still heals,
leave her a ❤️
or a short prayer 🙏

Sometimes, that’s how hope finds its way in.