💔 Let this story not go unnoticed...

I'm not an attention seeker. It's not easy for me to write this. I've worked for over 20 years, I've never asked for help publicly, and I've never considered myself someone who "deserves" pity. But now... now I have no choice.

My heart is broken.

My son is sick. A rare disease, neutropenia, weakens his immune system and requires constant attention. Every day is a struggle to protect him, to provide him with food, warmth, a roof over his head. Everything we had is gone, but love and hope are not.

I'm not looking for pity. I'm not looking for applause. I'm looking for help — because love for your child is not a weakness, but a strength. Every euro, every little bit of help, gives him a chance to breathe, to eat, to survive. Every bit of support tells us that we are not forgotten.

This is not a story for the media. This is not a project. This is my life, my son, our reality. If you can, help us. If you can't, please share this story. Let people know that behind the numbers and statistics, there are children and mothers fighting for life, dignity and hope.

Thank you very much,

A mother who still breathes and loves.