Until 2014, she lived with her parents and brother, who has a group 2 disability, in Donetsk. Because of the fighting, we moved to the Donetsk region, to the village of Volodymyrivka. The house was without conditions, so we started to equip it (bought appliances, made repairs, planted a garden, and unfortunately managed to install plastic windows before the full-scale invasion). I worked as an accountant at a factory and supported our entire family. But at 3 a.m., on March 13, 2022, a rocket hit the house, it burned down with everything in it. We were sheltered by neighbors, but a shell also hit their house, and it burned down too! Later, the Russian military looted our cellar, saying, "You will find something for yourself somewhere, our army is hungry," and took everything: potatoes, canned food, oil, even seeds.

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One day I went outside with my mother to do something before lunch, she was walking ahead of me, and suddenly there was a blow, there was dust everywhere, I couldn't understand anything, my father ran out, screaming.  He ran to my mother and picked her up, but she was still alive, only part of her face was missing, everything was covered in blood, she tried to speak but choked. I was screaming, I was scared, I ran to the Russian military, who had settled next door since Easter. I asked them for help, they cursed me, but gave me a pack of wet wipes and a jar of peroxide. They said, "Wipe her face," but there was no face left. They helped me wrap her in a blanket and took her somewhere. Later we learned that she was taken to the hospital, where she died a few hours later "due to injuries incompatible with life."‍

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Now we are in Poltava, I am the only one who supports my sick father and my brother with a disability, we do not have enough money for utilities and food. We have nowhere to go back to, I thought it was hard in 2014, but now it's even harder. My brother has a constant stomach ache due to a chronic illness, he has to follow a diet, but we can only afford porridge, which makes him sick. If I can somehow come to terms with the loss of all my possessions and housing, I still cannot accept the loss of my mother.

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