A parent’s heart carries storms no one else sees.
My daughter is about to face a complex brain surgery, and I have never known fear as heavy as this moment.

But even in the darkest hours, love keeps me standing — holding on to hope, whispering prayers, and believing that she will come back to me safe.

Every breath feels like a promise I’m trying to keep for her.
Every tear carries both fear and love.

If you read this, please send her a prayer, a blessing, or even a gentle word of strength.
Sometimes the smallest light from another heart is enough to help us endure the night.