We are a family for whom every day begins with fear... 😢
Fear of opening our eyes and realizing things have gotten worse... 💔
Fear of hearing silence where there should be breathing... 😭

Our daughter Anya is still a baby... 👧💔
She doesn't know why there are hospitals, doctors, and worried faces all around.
She simply reaches out to us, cuddles, trusts... 😢
And we hold her and realize how little we can do ourselves... 😭

Her life ended quietly.
Without a scream.
Without warning.
Everything just went wrong in one moment... 💔

First there was a fever.
Then the hospital. Then the anticipation that makes your hands go cold... 😔
And that doctor's gaze, full of heavy silence... 😢

After that day, we stopped living as before...
We exist between examinations, tests, and sleepless nights... 😭
We count our daughter's breaths... 💔
We listen to her breathe...
And we're afraid to close our eyes... 😢

Anya is too small for the pain that has befallen her... 👧💔
Her body is fragile. Her life is a thin thread... 🕯️
And any mistake could break it... 😭

We need treatment that doesn't experiment...
Where they know how to fight for children like these... 😢
But the cost is prohibitive for us... 💸💔
We've hit a wall, beyond which lies emptiness... 😭

At night, Anya sleeps in our arms...
Sometimes she shudders...
Sometimes she cries quietly in her sleep... 😢
And we sit next to her, not knowing how to help... 💔

She trusts us...
She believes that Mom and Dad will protect her... 😭
And we're afraid we can't cope without other people's help... 😢💔

We're not asking for ourselves...
We're asking for a little girl who hasn't had a chance to live yet... 👧🕯️
Please... don't pass by... 😭🙏
Help keep our daughter here... 💔
We're holding on with all our might... 😢