ππ βMom, Will My Dreams Still Come True?β πβ¨

Yesterday, little Brielle sat quietly by the window, clutching her backpack, tears slipping down her cheeks. π’ She looked up and asked, βMomβ¦ if I canβt go to school every day, will I still get to go to college?β π
Her body may be fragile β her days often filled with rest, medicine, and whispered prayers β but her heart is unstoppable. ππ₯ Even when pain tries to steal her laughter, she still dreams of classrooms, books, and bright futures. ππΈ
πΏ Because true strength isnβt measured by perfect attendance or report cards β itβs the courage to dream when the world tells you to slow down. π Every heartbeat, every smile, every spark of hope is proof that this little girlβs spirit is far greater than her struggle. ποΈ
β¨ Keep shining, Brielle. The world is waiting for your light β and one day, those college doors will open just for you. ππ