She didn’t ask for this.
She didn’t choose the weight she carries.
She simply woke up one day — and kept going.

Still gentle.
Still steady.
Still a child, learning how to hold the world with hands that are far too small 🤍

Some things try to mark us early.
Some battles arrive before we have language for them.
But they don’t get the final word.

When I look at her, I don’t see fragility.I see courage before language.Strength before explanation.
A quiet resilience that doesn’t announce itself — it just exists ✨

She moves through her days with softness intact.
With wonder still alive.
With a heart that hasn’t hardened, even when life asked too much.

This is not a story about what she lacks.
It’s a story about a life already held — by love, by grace, by something bigger than fear 🤍

If you have a quiet blessing in you tonight… a gentle prayer, a hopeful thought, a soft wish — leave it here for her 🤍Sometimes, that kind of kindness travels farther than we know ✨