I write with a broken heart. I am a mother asking for help. Not for myself. For my child. For the life of my little girl.”

A little angel. She was perfect. Tiny, fragile, full of light. When she was only 1 month old, our world collapsed. A diagnosis that no parent should ever hear: cancer. Since then, we no longer know what a quiet day means.

Hospitals, tears, sleepless nights, infusions in too small hands followed. Pain beyond words. And yet she fought. She taught us what true courage means.

We thought we had won. That we had won our childhood back. But no. The disease relapsed. Stronger, harder, more merciless. And now… her life has a price: 100,000 euros.

Irinuca has a hard and painful road ahead: 3 rounds of chemotherapy, then a risky operation, then 3 more rounds… and another operation. And I live with the fear in my heart that I don’t know how long such a small body will last…

It’s too too much for a child. It's too much for a mother's heart.

I watch her melt in front of me, how the pain takes away her childhood, how she fights without knowing why.

And I... I don't want to, I can't, I won't accept losing her.

Please...

I beg you...

What more could I do than put my soul in your hands and hope that you will receive it?

How could I watch my little girl lose her life and not do everything I can, even the impossible?

I don't have this amount. But I beg you on my knees to collect it.

Maybe every penny, every donation, every prayer - I can build a miracle.

If you are the mother, please, look at your child and imagine for a second that you can't save him.

If you are the father, imagine that your strong hands can't take away the pain of your own child.

All I want is to hold my little girl in my arms. To see her eyes illuminating. May I be able to tell him one day: "You are with me because people saved you".

Thank you! ❤️

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