🌿 Two small souls stand side by side, holding onto each other as if letting go would mean losing her all over again. Tears fall freely, soaking into the earth where their mother rests 🥹🤍. In that quiet embrace lives a grief too heavy for childhood, a sorrow no words could ever fully carry.

❤️🌸 Yet even here—among flowers, silence, and aching hearts—her love has not disappeared. It lingers in the way they cling together, in the strength they borrow from one another, in the warmth they still feel though her arms are gone.

💛✨ A mother’s love does not end at a grave. It becomes memory. It becomes protection. It becomes the invisible hand guiding them through every hard day ahead.

🕯️🌈 Though she is no longer seen, she is forever present—
in whispered prayers,
in shared tears,
and in every heartbeat that learned love from her first.