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Intro. In the white room of the hospital, Elisa held Ingrid's small hand, as fragile as the very hope she was trying to preserve. The two-year-old girl was battling an aggressive cancer, and each day felt like a whole battle for both of them. Ingrid, with the colorful scarf on her head, looked at her mother with big and tired eyes. "Mom..." It hurts..." he murmured, his voice soft. Elisa swallowed the tears that threatened to escape. "I know, my love... I know. But mom is here. I will not leave your side. The girl extended her arms asking for her lap. Elisa held her gently, feeling the weight of the disease and the weight of fear. "Mom..." Do you stay? — "I always do. Even when you sleep. Ingrid rested her head on her mother's chest. "I wanted to play... wanted to run... — Elisa smiled, despite the pain. "And you will." I promise. As soon as it gets better, let's go to the park, remember? The playground you like. The girl smiled weakly. "I... I love you, Mom. Elisa trembled, but answered firmly: "And I love you more

Elisa and Ingrid

@Brad