This morning began like many others — my daughter Izabela woke up early, smiling and asking for her shark toy. My baby son Mark opened his eyes and immediately searched for his mother. The room is small, but it’s filled with warmth, laughter, and love.

As for me — I had to get ready for another day at work. I’m grateful to have a job, even if the money barely covers rent and groceries. Every day I remind myself: I’m doing this for them. Every hour I work is a brick in the dream of one day having a real home — a place where my children can grow up safely and freely.

Sometimes, I feel tired. But then I hear my daughter say, “Daddy, when will we have our own house?”
That’s all I need to keep going.

Thank you to everyone who has read our story, who has helped or shared. You’re part of our journey now — and that means the world to us.