KALI — THE LITTLE WARRIOR WITH A PURPLE HEART

On January 28, 2019, the unthinkable happened. Four-year-old Kali stopped breathing.
Her tiny heart went still — and time seemed to stop with it. The room filled with fear. With prayers. With the kind of silence no parent should ever have to endure.

And then… she came back.

From that moment on, her mother called it Kali’s second birthday — the day heaven pressed pause and gave them nearly seven more years no one expected. Not quiet years. Not fragile years. But bright, loud, love-soaked years.

Kali didn’t just live — she filled space.
With the tightest full-body hugs that wrapped around your ribs and refused to let go.
With laughter that echoed down hallways.
With a spirit as bold and beautiful as her favorite color — purple.

Her joy wasn’t small. It had weight. It lingered. It changed people.

And when her journey gently reached its final chapter, her mother made sure her goodbye carried the same love as every hello.
With trembling but steady hands, she dressed her daughter one last time — a sacred, tender act of devotion that words will never be big enough to hold.

Today, we don’t only remember a child.
We honor a miracle.
A fearless little soul.
A heartbeat that once stopped — and then beat on in everyone who loved her.

Kali teaches us that life is not measured in length, but in love.
In hugs given. In laughter shared. In light that refuses to fade.