My story is simple and ordinary. I was a kindergarten teacher. My husband was a car painter. Our daughter is now 8 years old. We lived in the Zaporizhzhia region, in a village near Energodar. On February 19, 2022, we went to Kharkiv. My husband's mother lived in Kharkiv. My husband was born in Kharkiv. We thought about the possibility of starting a new life in this big city. But a few days later, a great war broke out.

Our house in Zaporizhzhia region was occupied. My mother stayed there. My daughter and I went for Zhytomyr region. My husband went to the front as a volunteer on the first day of the great war. He joined the ranks of the National Guard, was amortarman. He was wounded, treated, then returned to the front. On December 29, 2022, he died near Kreminna in the Luhansk region.

My daughter and I returned to Kharkiv. We all live together - me, my daughter and mother of my husband in a small one-room flat in Kharkiv. This flat belongs to the husband's mother. We have not yet received payments for the death of a soldier, on the hotline they say: wait, there are so many of you, there are not so many fundsnow. The child studies online, and I do not let her go anywhere. This is my war trauma - I am afraid that something willhappen with my daughter if she is not near me.