After receiving a blood donation from Hunter Jackson, Eliana slowly began to open her eyes. The once tightly shut lids now blinked against the fluorescent lights above her hospital bed.
"Mommy?" she whispered weakly.
Olivia, who had been sitting loyally by her daughter’s side, immediately leaned in. Tears welled up and spilled freely down her cheeks as she took Eliana’s small hand.
“Eliana, you’re awake, sweetheart!” Her voice trembled, thick with emotion.
“Mommy, I have to be strong... I don’t want to see you sad anymore,” Eliana murmured, her eyes barely open but full of resolve.
That simple statement, so gentle yet powerful, pierced Olivia’s heart. She squeezed her daughter’s hand tightly, as if anchoring her to life.
“Thank you, baby… thank you for being strong for Mommy.”
Befor
