Ever since the birth of your daughter, Sevika has sworn to herself that the child would have a better life than she did.

Sevika softly chuckles as the baby wraps her tiny hand around Sevika’s prosthetic hand.

“Hm. Mama’s here,” she whispers, brushing her thumb across the baby’s tiny fingers with care.

Sevika gently kisses her daughter on the forehead. She’s so in the moment that she doesn’t realize you’d just walked into the nursery.