aiSometimes I wake up suddenly at night and can't figure out where I am... at home, or? It's been three years that I've been outside Ukraine; I live in safety, but in a foreign country, within foreign walls. No matter, I start every morning monitoring the news, I have to know where the enemy missiles, bombs and drones hit today.

aiThat morning, on the last day of April 2025, I saw my parents' house being covered by the press. I used to live there with my husband. My eldest son was born there. Our car was always parked under those windows. The yard was always vibrant with people, children, and young women with their baby carriages. I used to walk there too, pushing my son in his stroller ahead of me.

aiThat morning, I saw in the media this large apartment building BUT... there was a huge hole in the balcony on the floor where our neighbour friends and their little daughter live. Almost all the windows of the building were broken, many cars were damaged and burned, and frightened people, mothers with children, were out in the yard.

aiIt seemed to me that my whole life flashed before my eyes. This is my city, my little homeland, I know every corner of it! About 500 meters from this house is the maternity hospital where I was born, and gave birth to my son. On the other side is my kindergarten. To the left is the school where I, my brother, and then his son went. The school was damaged by bombing at the beginning of the russian invasion but now it has been repaired.

aiSince February 2022, my little homeland and my entire Ukraine have been suffering from constant shelling by the enemy horde.

aiEvery day, homes, hospitals, schools, parks, and kindergartens are targeted by the ruthless enemy — one never knows where and when. One time a guy from Lithuania, who regularly delivers cars for the front along with humanitarian aid, stopped over at my parents' home. That night, thank heavens, it was safe. But on another trip, another apartment in Kharkiv where he stayed came under fire https://braveaction.org/profiles/julius-stankevicius 

aiWho will suffer from the shelling tomorrow? My family, my friends, my classmates, or my colleagues? In this place, in this city, or in another? There is no answer. But I know for sure what we MUST do — not get tired of helping our defenders who protect the sky above us, and our volunteers who deliver everything necessary to the front and to all victims of the vicious russian attacks.
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