Be Kind.

Dearest Raya,

I wish the world could know you — how much joy your tiny heartbeat brought into my life. I still remember the moment I saw those two lines on the test; it felt like the universe whispered, “You’re going to be a mother.”

But when I shared the news, the first people I told didn’t meet it with the love I hoped for. Their silence, their doubt — it broke me in ways I didn’t expect. I just wanted to share my happiness, but instead, I felt judged and alone.

I was deeply hurt by the treatment I received from people I thought were my friends. Pregnancy makes you more emotional, yes — but it doesn’t make you less kind. I wish they understood that. I wish they knew that behind every pregnant woman’s smile is a mix of fear, hope, and love all at once.

I wanted to tell the world about you, but fear held me back. I thought no one would love you. I thought no one supported me. But I was wrong. Because when you left, the love I once doubted poured in like sunlight through storm clouds. Our home was filled with people — praying, crying, holding us — all because of you.

You were loved more than I ever realized.

And I told your daddy, Joshua, that I hope no one will ever have to feel this kind of pain — the pain of losing a child. Because it’s unbearable, Raya. It changes you in ways words can never explain.

Through you, I’ve learned something that will stay with me forever — that kindness can heal even the deepest wounds.

Just like what Kuya Kim said when his daughter passed away: “Compassion, courage, and a little extra kindness in your everyday life.”

So, my little Raya, wherever you are — keep reminding us to be kind. Because everyone carries a battle we cannot see.

You lived quietly, but your love echoes loudly in the hearts you’ve touched.

And even in pain, you taught me that grace will always be louder than cruelty.

I love you always and forever,

Mommy 🤍