Mary's baby, Lily, was born early. Very early. The doctors said it was like a seed planted in winter. "She's not ready," they explained, "She needs more time to grow." Mary felt fear, like a cold wind. But she also felt a fierce love.
Every day, Mary sat by Lily's tiny incubator. She talked to her, sang to her, and touched her tiny hand. She imagined Lily as that seed, small and fragile, but with a strong will to live. The nurses told Mary about the risks, the challenges. Mary nodded, but inside, she held onto hope.
One day, a nurse rushed in. "Mary," she said, "Lily's oxygen levels are dropping!" Mary's heart pounded. But then, a strange calm came over her. "She's a fighter," Mary said, her voice steady. And Lily was. She stabilized, slowly gaining strength.
Weeks turned into months. Lily grew, like a tiny plant reaching for the sun. Finally, the day came when Mary could hold her baby. Lily was small, but she was strong. Mary knew then that love, like the warmth of spring, could nurture even the most fragile life.
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