Mitko doesn't understand what cancer is. He just wants to play.

He is only three. Small, smiling, with perpetually grubby hands and eyes that have the whole sky in them. His name is Dimitar, but everyone calls him Mitko.
A month ago his life was normal swings, slides, laughter, Mommy, look at me and Daddy, catch the ball! And now?

Now Mitko is lying in a hospital bed, with a thin needle in his arm, with a look that doesn't understand why he's being poked, why it hurts, why Mommy cries when he thinks he can't see her.

The diagnosis came like a thunderclap Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia.
A disease that should never exist in a child's life. But it entered his world without warning. It took his freedom, his toys, his carefree nature, it took his childhood.

First it was fear. Then endless examinations, tests, biopsies. Pain. Chemo. Blood. Silence.

🎗️ But Mitko doesn't give up. Despite everything, he still smiles. He says good morning to the sisters. Asks when he's going home. Asks if he can ride his bike tomorrow.

But time is running out. And his treatment his chance to live is currently taking place at the Turkish Medicana clinic.

Where doctors give him hope, but where every day costs sums that an ordinary Bulgarian family cannot afford.

And we,we can do something.
Save a child. To give life. To bring back the smile of a three-year-old boy who just wants to be a child.

💔 Mitko doesn't have time to wait. But he has us. And we can be his miracle.

🙏 Help. With whatever you can. With what you can. Share. Tell. Become part of a story that is not over yet.

Don't let its ending be sad.
Let's write the most important tale together-the one of salvation.