31/01/2026
When a family is consumed by the constant, exhausting care of two children who are totally dependent, it’s almost inevitable that the healthy siblings become the silent ones—loved, yes, but quietly pushed to the edges. Not because parents don’t care, but because there is simply not enough time, energy, or hands to go around.
The home visits matter so much more than they seem. They’re not just about the child who is ill—they’re a rare moment where the siblings are seen. Someone notices them. Someone remembers their name. Someone brings them joy too.
That little girl waiting eagerly—not really for the visit, but for the moment she would receive a present—breaks our hearts. It’s such a small thing, yet it tells a huge story: “I exist too. Please see me.”
And we did. Even briefly, even in a simple way, we came and showed her that she matters.
What we are doing isn’t just palliative care. It’s restoring tiny pieces of childhood to children who often grow up too fast, in the shadow of illness. That kind of care stays with them for life.
