My little brothers came into this world far too early —
tiny, fragile, and fighting with every ounce of strength their small bodies have.
Seeing them in the NICU, surrounded by wires and soft beeping machines, breaks my heart in ways I can’t describe. 🥹💛

And at the very same time, my mom is undergoing surgery —
exhausted, in pain, yet somehow still trying to be strong for them…
and for all of us.
She shouldn’t have to battle this much at once, but life didn’t give her a choice.
All she can do now is fight — and all we can do is hold on to hope. 🙏✨

It’s a lot for one family to carry.
Some days feel heavier than others.
Some moments feel impossible to survive.
But even in the worry, even in the fear, we’re trying to believe that brighter days are waiting on the other side of this storm. 🌈🤍

So today, from the deepest part of my heart, I’m asking:
Please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers.
Pray for my little brothers — that their tiny lungs grow stronger,
that their little hearts keep beating bravely.

Pray for my mom — that her surgery goes smoothly,
that her body heals gently,
and that she comes back to us with strength and peace.

And pray for all of us —
that we stay united, patient, and full of hope as we walk through this difficult chapter together. 💛

Thank you, truly, for every prayer, every kind thought, and every bit of light you send our way. It means more than you know. 🙏✨