Due to possible threats to the security of this family, we chose to unpublish the images identifying the family. The family remains under occupation, and truly needs help.
Help This FamilyDue to possible threats to the security of this family, we chose to unpublish the images identifying the family. The family remains under occupation, and truly needs help.
Help This FamilyDue to possible threats to the security of this family, we chose to unpublish the images identifying the family. The family remains under occupation, and truly needs help.
Help This FamilyDue to possible threats to the security of this family, we chose to unpublish the images identifying the family. The family remains under occupation, and truly needs help.
Help This FamilyDue to possible threats to the security of this family, we chose to unpublish the images identifying the family. The family remains under occupation, and truly needs help.
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Good day! My name is Marianna. I am a mother of 2 children. They are 5 and 12 years old, a son and a daughter. We live in Zolochiv, the Kharkiv region. Our village is under constant shelling and hostilities. Our village is located near the border. I remember that terrible day of February 24 very well. My husband woke me up with the words: "Wake up, the war has started." Despair, pain, disappointment. These are the emotions I felt then. I didn't know what to do. I cried and screamed. My husband calmed me down, hugged me, and told me to gather, and prepare documents and the children's clothes. When I got a hold of myself, I packed my things and started waiting. 2 hours passed, and I had to go to work. At that time, I worked as a nurse in a hospital. I must go to work, I'm in military service. I had to go. But it was difficult for me because I was leaving and my family was staying home. It didn't fit in my head, but I had to. I lived with such emotions for 1.5 months. The turning point was the air strikes in our village. It was March 23. Then we were hiding in a bomb shelter as a whole family. In the morning I decided to run away. I was at work at the hospital then. I collected broken glass from windows, and bricks that got to our hospital at night. I cried and looked for shelter. I found shelter and we moved to a safer place. Staying there required money, which we no longer had, so we were forced to return home. We are now here at home. The shelling of our village does not stop, there is no work. There is very little humanitarian aid. Prices are high in stores. The eldest daughter, who is 12 years old, is now starting her studies. Her name is Vlada. We don't know if we can continue her studies here or not. We need funds for warm clothes for children and evacuation. That's why I'm asking for your help. Glory to Ukraine!
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