cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/6782786
Every night, I watch my little siblings try to sleep on the cold ground, sharing a tent that isn’t even ours. For eight months, my family and I have had nowhere to truly call home… We’ve lost almost everything.
I promise them every day: “Soon, we’ll have our own tent, a small bathroom, a place to call home.” But each morning, the reality hits harder than any promise I can make. Eight months of no privacy, no warmth, no safety… just endless struggle.
I’m begging anyone with a kind heart… please help us. Give my family the simplest things we deserve: a tent to protect us and a bathroom to preserve our dignity. Even the smallest act of kindness can save our lives and give hope where there is almost none. 🙏🏽💔
Donation link:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/surviving-an-onslaught/cl/s?utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link&lang=en_GB
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