Every night, around 2 a.m.… it starts again. 💔
Camila wakes up in pain so intense it echoes through the house. Her cries break the silence… and her parents’ hearts.
She’s just a little girl.
She should be dreaming… not fighting.

And yet—
she still smiles.
That’s what makes it harder.
Because behind that smile is a question no one can answer:
👉 How much longer can she endure this?
Still, she fights.
Still, she holds on.