What If I Wake Up… and You Don’t Recognize Me?” 💔🙏

“I’m scared, Mom… what if they take away my face and you don’t love me the same?”

Those words slipped out in a whisper last night… as I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers tracing the familiar curve of my cheek. Tomorrow, doctors will operate on my face — to fix what’s been hurting me for so long.

I’m only 12… but right now, I feel so much older. 🥺

I keep touching my skin… trying to memorize it.
Every line.
Every feeling.
Just in case something changes.

My mom stands behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders…
They’re shaking, even though she’s trying so hard to be strong. 🤍

At night, I hear her crying when she thinks I’m asleep.
Soft. Quiet. Hidden.
But I hear it… and it makes everything feel more real. 💔

So I made this sign…
Because the fear inside me feels too big for my voice.