Parents hold their children close, whispering promises they do not know how to keep. They tell them tomorrow will be better, even when they have nothing left to give. No one should ever have to comfort a child with hope alone. In forgotten corners of the world, hospitals run out of medicine long before the line of patients ends. A mother carries her feverish baby for miles, only to be told there is nothing left to help. She walks home with empty hands, praying for a miracle that will never come. The love in her heart is endless, but love cannot cure without care. When war reaches a child’s village, their toys are left behind, their laughter replaced by the sound of sirens and fear. The sky that once meant freedom now means danger. Some children forget what peace even feels like. They do not want much, just safety, a warm meal, a quiet night of sleep. Things every child should have, but so many have lost. There are families who wake up each morning not asking what to eat, but if they will eat. Water must be fetched from miles away, sometimes dirty, sometimes dangerous. Children fall sick from what should give them life. Their parents know it is not fair, that no child should suffer from something as simple as thirst, but fairness does not fill empty stomachs. A child sits outside a classroom, listening through the window because her parents cannot afford the school fees. She traces letters in the dirt, dreaming of a future she may never reach. She is bright, curious, and full of hope, but in a world that values wealth over potential, her dreams are too often silenced before they begin. There are fathers who hide their tears so their children will not see. Mothers who pretend the hunger pains in their stomach are gone so there is more for their kids. They bear the weight of impossible choices, medicine or food, safety or shelter.