When I was just 18, our parents walked out of our lives — no goodbyes, no explanations, and no return. Since that day, I became more than just a sibling. I became a parent, a provider, and a protector to my younger brothers and sisters — children who looked to me with empty stomachs and innocent eyes full of questions I couldn’t answer. 😔

I’ve been doing everything I can — taking on hard, backbreaking manual labor jobs just to keep a little food on our table 🍞 and send them to school 📚. I’ve carried loads heavier than my body could bear, simply to shield them from the weight of the life we were never meant to carry alone.

But the truth is… I’m exhausted. Not just physically, but emotionally. There are nights we go to bed with nothing to eat. Days when I have to choose between a meal or a small fee for school. And in those moments, I cry silently — not for myself, but for the dreams I fear my siblings may never realize. 💧

I’m not asking for luxury. I’m asking for survival. For a chance to let my siblings grow up with dignity, with education, with hope. Your support could be the miracle we’ve been praying for — in Jesus’ name ✝️.

🤲 Whether it’s a small donation, a prayer, or sharing our story — it means more than you can imagine. Every bit helps put food on the table, keep the light of education alive, and remind us that we are not forgotten.

From the depths of my heart, thank you.
God bless you for hearing our cry. 🙏