Seven-year-old Filip has spent more time surrounded by hospital walls 🏥 than running freely on playgrounds. IV lines, quiet corridors, and long nights have become part of his childhood—far too soon, far too unfair.

As he fights a terminal battle no child should ever have to face, Filip carries one quiet, soul-shattering wish. Not for toys. Not for miracles. Not even for more time.

👉 “I want to be buried next to my mummy… so she can look after me.” 💔

He lost her when he was just a baby—before memories could form, before he could feel her arms around him, before he could hear her voice calling his name. Yet somehow, her absence has lived inside his heart his whole life. And now, in his final moments, all he longs for is the closeness he never got to keep 🤍.

Beside him sits his father—holding his small hand, whispering comfort through tears he tries so hard to hide. A father doing the impossible: staying strong while his world is breaking, promising to honor a final wish no parent should ever have to hear 🕊️. Every word he speaks is filled with love, pain, and devotion beyond measure.

This is not just a story of loss.
It is a story of love that never fades.
Of a child yearning for his mother.Of a father holding on for both of them.

Please keep Filip and his father in your prayers 🤍
Pray for comfort that goes beyond words.
Pray for peace that gently surrounds them.
And pray that Filip, when the time comes, finally finds the embrace he has waited his whole life for 🕯️🤍