A Month I'll Never Forget. No celebration for mother's day and Nurses day.

Pinky was more than a name it was a color, a joy, a heartbeat in our family. She was bright, kind, and full of laughter, the kind of girl who played with purpose and still remembered to help, to care, to ask after others — especially JP, whose name she always carried with love.

Her teachers saw her brilliance, but we saw her soul gentle, thoughtful, and full of promise. She wasn’t just smart in school; she was wise in heart. And now, though she’s gone, her light hasn’t left us. It lives in every memory, every story, every quiet moment when we miss her most.

We will never understand why she was taken so soon. But we know this: her love remains. And so do we holding her close, always.