There is nothing I wouldn't do for my children.
I would give up sleep, food, comfort — anything. That is what it means to be their mother. That is what I have been doing alone for four years, since I lost my husband. So when the siren went off — when I had seconds to think — the only thought I had was: get them out.
We made it. Boruch Hashem. But the explosion nearby crushed our home and belongings.
Right now we are in a hotel — government-paid, but only for another week and a half. After that, I genuinely don't know where eight children and their mother are supposed to go.
I rebuilt once, after losing my husband. And bz’’h I will rebuild again. Please help me give my children a home. May this zechus be the final brick that brings moshiach bimheira biyamnei amen!
