She was hanging between life and death… Then a small voice broke the silence:“Do you want to be my mommy?” 😱😱😱
Her body no longer responded. Pain consumed her entire being, and her husband’s desperate pleas sounded distant. The room was still, the only sound coming from the rhythmic beeping of the machines. Shadows moved softly along the walls.
Suddenly, a child’s voice pierced the silence.
“Are you sleeping… or did you leave?”
She opened her eyes with effort. A little girl stood beside her bed, unafraid. Only her eyes, filled with hope, shone brightly.
“Oh, good,” said the little girl, moving gently. “It’s really boring here. And I think I want you to be my mommy.” 😱
A shiver ran through her heart. 😱 A spark of light in the darkness of her suffering. That small voice, that innocent request, awakened a purpose within her — a call to life.
It was at that moment that the story took a turn no one could have anticipated. 😱😱😱
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The room suddenly felt warmer, as if an invisible breath had passed through the air. She blinked, disoriented, trying to understand if she was dreaming or if the little girl was truly there.
Her eyes shone with pure clarity, without a trace of fear. Slowly, the woman tried to sit up, feeling her body fight against the pain, but the child’s voice — gentle and full of hope — lingered in her mind.
The little girl stepped closer, a shy smile on her lips.
“If you want, you can be my mommy. You look nice…”
A wave of warmth filled the woman’s heart, as if the universe itself was offering her a second chance. She tried to speak, but her lips were dry, her vocal cords weak. Only a faint murmur escaped.
The child, as if understanding everything, leaned closer and added in a sing-song whisper:
“Will you say yes?”
The sound of the machines slowed, and an eerie calm settled over the room. The woman felt life slowly returning to her — not through treatments or medicine, but through the simple presence of that little soul.
She wanted to say “yes” more than anything, but the words were trapped inside her.
Finally, with a trembling yet determined gesture, she took the child’s hand. A silent promise — an invisible bond — was formed between them.
Perhaps it wasn’t physical healing that awaited her, but another kind of salvation.
She had found meaning in her suffering… a reason to live again. 💫
