I became the guardian of my two nephews, who were left without parents. They were meant to be sent to boarding school. I have a son and daughter of my own, and now we are raising our nephews as well. We live in Halitsynivka, not far from the city, and there are explosions here every night.
We live like in a tinder box, and we don't know what to expect – good or bad.
Since the beginning of the war, my husband and I have lost our jobs. We don't have enough money, we save money on everything. Households and humanitarian aid save us from the need. We receive packages with this help both for ourselves and for disabled neighbors who can't come to the pick-up points themselves.