She thought back to the first time she held Melony on her chest, a tiny, fragile baby, and marveled at how that same child had grown into a brave fighter, enduring pain and procedures with a resilience that defied her age.
Even during sedation, Melony’s mother found ways to bring light to her daughter’s days—soft music, favorite books, gentle touches, and decorations to remind her that life still held joy.
She remembered the night she watched Melony struggle for breath, the tears streaming down her face, wishing she could take away all the pain.
And yet, even in the darkest moments, hope remained.
The mother held onto every small sign of progress: a clearer X-ray, a stronger heartbeat, a smile when she heard a favorite song.
Every milestone, no matter how small, was a victory worth celebrating.
The hospital room became a sanctuary, not just of medicine, but of love, determination, and faith in the future.
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