Become a donor

On February 24, my daughter and I woke up from terrible sounds, I realized that it was a war, we did not know what to do, we live on our own and it is very scary, we wanted to go to my parents, but already on February 27, Russian convoys arrived there, we stayed in the city, from February 24 to March 6, she and I lived in the basement, then our daughter got sick and we decided we had to leave somewhere, we went to the station (it was very scary, because there were explosions and fire everywhere. We were very lucky at the station, we met volunteers who took us to Poltava in a hostel. I still cannot go to work because the child is very afraid of being alone, there is not enough money. In January, we returned to Kharkov, my mother died, and my father was diagnosed with cancer. The war takes away our loved ones and destroys our lives.