My name is Ashley. I am a mother who has fought against impossible odds for my children. On September 14, 2025, my worst nightmare came true — my baby girl passed away at only 9 months old.

Now, instead of planning her first birthday, I am planning her funeral. Instead of picking out the perfect dress for her to celebrate in, I am choosing the dress she will be buried in. Instead of wrapping gifts for her, I am picking the small items that will be laid to rest with her. And instead of watching balloons float above her in joy, I will be releasing them to heaven in grief.

her big brother, Giovanni, he adored her. the way he looked at her - full of wonder and love - will always be one of my favorite memories. this isn’t just about Vivian’s short life, this is about Giovanni as well. the same system that was set in place to protect our children and our families put my babies in a cycle of harm that never should have happened.

Her death was not an accident — it was the result of negligence, lies, and failures by the department. I did everything I could to overcome every barrier they placed in my way: I got sober, secured housing, provided everything my children needed, and showed again and again that I was ready. Still, the system ignored me, twisted the truth, and ripped away precious time I should have had with my baby. Now, I am left not only with the unbearable task of burying my daughter and providing her with a headstone worthy of her memory, but also the crushing fear of eviction.

From the moment I carried my children, I knew they would change the world — or at least be the start of it. I just never thought one of them would have to die first. Vivian’s short life mattered, her memory will not fade, and I will not stop until the truth is told and justice is done.

If you can help — whether by donating, sharing, or even just praying for us — please know that you are giving me strength in the darkest chapter of my life. From the depths of my heart, thank you.