My daughter Lily lived for only twenty-three days.
In those short weeks, I learned the rhythm of her breathing, the shape of her tiny hands, and the strange way time slows when you love someone who is fragile. I stood beside her through every medical procedure while doctors searched for answers they found too late. By the time they discovered the heart defect, there was nothing left to save except dignity, tenderness, and whatever peace a child can still feel in her final hours. Continue Reading ⬇️
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