She wasn’t supposed to be here yet. Born at just 26 weeks, weighing only 880 grams 🤍—no bigger than her father’s hand ✋. So fragile, so small, and already fighting a battle no newborn should ever have to face.

Behind glass and wires 🏥, she learned how to survive. Machines breathed for her while her parents stood close, whispering prayers for just one more breath 🙏, one more heartbeat, one more moment. Across three hospitals, doctors and nurses refused to give up on her, standing together in belief that strength isn’t measured by size 💪.

Then one day, she came home 🏡. And the silence felt holy. No machines. No alarms. No fear. Just breathing—steady, strong, alive 🤍. Every breath felt like a miracle, every moment a gift that could never be taken for granted.

Four years later, she runs, laughs, and chases butterflies 🦋🌈. A child full of life, joy, and wonder. A miracle that didn’t wait for perfect timing.
💖 She came early, but exactly when she was meant to.