Here is a refined and expanded version of your writing, keeping the emotional tone while making it more vivid and polished:
She was only ten — bright, funny, and bursting with life.
But behind that radiant smile, little Jizae was fighting a monster no child should ever have to face.
It all began with what seemed like a harmless headache. No one imagined it would lead to the words that shattered her world — DIPG, a rare and aggressive brain tumor. Inoperable. Nearly always fatal. A diagnosis no parent should ever hear. But her mother, Nini, refused to accept defeat.
“She’ll be the one who beats it,” she said, holding her daughter’s hand. “I can’t live without her.”
For seventeen months, Jizae fought with everything she had. There were hospital rooms instead of playgrounds, radiation instead of school days, chemo drips instead of birthday candles. Through the pain, through the needles and tears, she kept smiling. She kept loving.
And she kept giving.
She drew pictures, wrote letters, and hugged nurses who came to check on her. She told jokes to make her mom laugh, even when she could barely open her eyes. She saw her mother cry one night and gently wiped her tears.
“Be happy for me,” she whispered. “No matter what happens, be happy.”
The tumor grew. Her body weakened. But her spirit never did.
After 17 months of courage the world will never forget, Jizae took her final breath in her mother’s arms. The room was quiet. No machines, no fear — just love. With tears falling onto her daughter’s cheek, Nini held her close and whispered:
“You can rest now, my love.”
And just like that, heaven gained a new angel — one with a brave heart, a beautiful smile, and a legacy far bigger than her tiny hands.
Today, her story lives on. In every child who fights. In every mother who refuses to give up. In every moment we choose love over fear.
