For six years, a devoted mother carried her young son, Liam, through every struggle and every small triumph. She stayed awake through countless nights, soothing his pain with gentle words and steady love. As Liam’s illness grew more difficult, her strength became his shelter.
One quiet afternoon at the children’s hospital, the doctors spoke softly, advising her to focus on his rest and comfort at home. The weight of their words settled deeply, yet she understood. Holding Liam close, she felt time slow—the rhythm of his breath, the warmth of his hand.
In that tender moment, she knew their journey was shifting, not ending, and her love would carry them through whatever came next.
