Hello, good people.

My name is Yovka. I am a mother of a little, real miracle our girl Borisa. She was born on February 26, 2025, a few weeks before her due date, fragile, tiny, but with eyes that saw the whole universe. A look that seemed to say to me, "Mommy, we're going to fight. Together."

I believed her. I believed everything was going to be okay. That this little creature who was squeezing my finger with her tiny hand was here for a reason.

But fate had other tests for us...

Even during the pregnancy we were told something was wrong. "Kidney cyst," they said. "Maybe it will go away." Maybe... I grasped at those two words the way a drowning man grasps at straws. I prayed. I cried at night. I hoped. And prayed some more.

But after the birth... the cyst was there. Unchanged. Stubborn.

The hospitals started. Checkups. Medications. Hopes that were replaced with fears. And finally the grave diagnosis: congenital double ureter malformation. One of her kidneys could not function properly. The urine comes back. It stagnates. Creates a risk... A risk to her health. For her life.

If there's no improvement, surgery is imminent. Severe. Expensive. Urgent.

But that's not all...

Borisa was born with a deformity of one ear, tiny, unformed. And with it a hearing impairment. This will also have to be corrected with precise examinations, expensive diagnostics, possible interventions.

And today... Today she is in the hospital. Curled up under a blanket, with a tiny little body struggling with all its might to gain weight. To grow up. To endure.

And I, her mother, stand by her helpless. Squeezing her little hand. The tears flow without asking. My heart is crushed with frustration.

And it is the most painful that I cannot help her myself.

We give everything. Everything. And still it's not enough. Every day, every penny, every tear is all for her. But this battle is bigger than us. Time passes relentlessly, and the funds run out.

So please... if you have a chance, if you have room in your heart, give a hand to our angel Borisa.

Every lev is a ray of light. Every sharing is hope. The money raised will go entirely towards her future surgery, necessary tests, medications, hearing aids, consultations with specialists.

If there is anything left over we will donate it on. Because I believe kindness never ends. It is passed on. From person to person. From heart to heart.

I ask only one thing.

I want my child to be healthy.
To run barefoot in the grass.
To laugh that pure, childlike laugh that splits the silence.
To not remember the hospital walls.
To remember only the love we hold her with. With which we embrace her every moment.

Thank you. From my heart.
With faith. With hope. With love,
Mama Yovka Borisa's mother