Life begins at conception.

A spark of existence — delicate, unseen — yet filled with limitless possibility. A being does not become human by growing older or larger; it is human from the very first heartbeat.

Tiny fingers, silent motion, a rhythm beneath warmth and light — this is life, already speaking without words. Every breath waiting to be taken, every dream waiting to be lived, begins with purpose.
The smallest heartbeat is still a heartbeat. The smallest soul is still a soul.

From that first moment — before eyes open, before a name is given — a miracle is already unfolding. A story already writing itself. A life already worth protecting, nurturing, and loving.