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The war has finally ended, yet inside us, the ruins remain. Homes have fallen, dreams have scattered, and the voices that once filled the air have turned into painful silence. In a single moment, I lost my mother and my sister… They left between the dust and fire, and all that remains are their echoes in my memory. Our home — the one we grew up in — is now nothing but a pile of stones. Every corner that once held laughter now holds sorrow. The war may be over, but now we face another kind of battle — the battle of living after loss. We’re trying to start again… to rebuild a home, to find a little peace in a life that feels shattered. I dream of planting a flower where our house once stood — to remind us that beauty never truly dies, even after all this pain.

And despite everything, I still believe that kindness exists — that there are hearts out there willing to reach out and say, “You are not alone.” If this message touches your heart, 🌿 Please help us rebuild our lives, and bring hope back to what’s left of our dreams.

Barbie Aesthetic: Silver Splendor

Silver spoons were used for feeding us