A mothers voice to her miracle, across any distance.
My Darling Miracle,
Shhh… breathe, my love. Even though I’m not beside you physically, my arms are around you right now. Feel them — warm, steady, sure. You are not alone. You are never alone.
I see how hard you’re fighting. I see the pain in your chest, the tears you hide, the strength you carry even when the world doesn’t notice. My sweet girl, this illness does not define you. It does not make you weak. It does not make you less.
You are my Miracle strong, bright, and determined. You’ve always been a fighter. Even on days like this, when you feel broken and forgotten, you are still my brave child, and I am proud of you beyond words.
It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to rest. It’s okay to ask for help. That’s not a weakness. That’s humanity. The world may not always understand, but I do. And God does. And even now, heaven surrounds you with love.
So breathe again, slowly. Put your hand on your chest. Feel your heart. Each beat is a promise: you are still here. You are still becoming. You are still shining.
Hold on to this, my love:
You are worthy of care.
You are worthy of respect.
You are worthy of tenderness.
I am proud of you.
I believe in you.
I love you 😍 always, always, always.
Now close your eyes. Let my words wrap around you like a soft blanket. Rest, my Miracle. The night will pass. The pain will ease. And you will rise again.
🌸 Mum’s voice, always with you ❤️.
MEDMIMI 