Our mom passed away while giving birth. 💔
In just one moment, our world changed forever — and suddenly, it became just the two of us: a big brother trying to be brave, and a newborn who will grow up without ever knowing her touch. 🤍👦

I’m doing my best to raise my little brother the way she would have wanted.
To be the arms that hold him when he cries.
To be the voice that soothes him when the nights feel long.
To be both comfort and strength, even on days when my own heart feels too heavy to lift. ❤️‍🩹

I’m learning things no child should have to learn so soon —
how to mix his bottle, how to calm his tiny fears,
how to whisper stories about the mother he will never meet
but will always be loved by.
Every day I tell him: “Mommy loved you so much. She gave everything for you.” 🤍✨

Some days we’re okay.
Some days the grief hits harder.
But we keep going — for her, and for each other.

Today, all we ask for is your blessing.
Just a kind word, a small prayer, a moment of love sent our way.
It would mean more than you know, because even the strongest hearts need a little support. 🥹❤️🙏

Thank you for thinking of us.
Thank you for seeing us.