I come from a village Kardashinka on the left coast of the Kherson region. I could not have my children. In 1985, my husband and I adopted a daughter. When she grew up, she went to live in Mariupol. In 2007, she gave birth to Darynka, and stopped communicating with us. In 2018, Darinka's parents died in a terrible pcarcrash. The girl was then with another grandmother. The grandmother was disabled, hardly walked, so she sent the girl to a boarding school, and six months later she died.

We decided to take Darynka to our home. We did it already in 2019. In the same year, my husband died and I became the sole official guardian of the child. She started living with me in the village of Kardashinka. When the great war came, Darynka and I were at home. Our village was quickly occupied and is still under occupation. When the Kakhovka hydroelectric power station was blown up, water flooded our house up to the 2nd floor. We lived almost on the roof in the veranda for almost two weeks. Water and food were dropped to us from drones.

When the high water receded, it was no longer possible to stay there. Everything was wet, rotten, the windows were falling out. We found volunteers and they secretly took us out by boat across the Dnipro atnight. So we got to Kherson at the end of June 2023. My friends went to Poland, and left me the key of their flat. That's how we live in Kherson. We still don't have certificates of displaced people, because there is little work in Kherson due to shelling. The child is studying online.