In a place that is supposed to be a home, putting food on the table has become a daily battle.
I am a mother of eight children, facing an unbearable reality… Prices are skyrocketing, support is nearly disappearing, and my children don’t understand why I can’t meet even their most basic needs.
The war hasn’t ended inside us… We still live it in every incomplete meal, in every anxious night, in every tear I try to hide.
Any support—even something small—could mean another day of survival for us.
Please don’t leave us alone.
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