Morning light spilled through the windows of a hospital in western Ukraine as doctors worked quietly to save a newborn boy they called Little Sparrow. He had come into the world far earlier than expected, his tiny body too fragile to hold its own warmth. His mother, Natalya, had already lost her home in Donetsk, but she refused to lose hope. Every day, she sat by his side, whispering that his brothers and sisters were waiting for him to come home. As his temperature fell, the