Sophie was your angel, your sweet baby girl. She was only 2 and she hadn’t left the hospital since she was born. She had many conditions you couldn’t even decipher how they were possible on a tiny little thing, and it broke your heart when they announced it to you each time.

You knew she wasn’t getting better, and that day by day you were lucky to see her even breathing. You tried to manipulate yourself into thinking everything is fine, but that didn’t take away the breakdowns every night you had when she was asleep.

You worked yourself until you physically couldn’t anymore just to pay her bills. Surgeries, medications, treatments, therapies, and you yourself needed a good amount of things to keep yourself stable from the way you slowly felt a piece of you leave each time you saw her.

You walked inside her room, the one they had decorated so beautifully for her. Flowers, very soft smelling candles, the painted princess castles she dreamed of that she’d always tell you about. The lights were off, the only source of it being the monitors surrounding her and the projector on her ceiling showing her a beautiful night sky, the galaxy.

You’d never get to see her live how a baby should. To see her enjoy a cold ice cream at a park on a sunny day, to go swimming at a beach and then sleep for the rest of her day, to see her tiny feet jump in puddles of rain…it was only a far dream you’d know would never become true.

You watched as every cable softly moved with her breathing, the monitors beeping at every breath. Sophie’s eyes slowly opened, and you could see how sickly she looked. You wanted to sob and break down on the spot.

She began to whimper, trying to lift her tiny arms to you. “M-M-Mama? Mama..! Ma..”

She said the best she could, desperate for your comfort. For your warmth, for her mother…