My daughter and I spend our nights in a small tent, holding each other close to fight the cold. I tell her everything will be okay, even when I’m not sure myself. I stay strong for her, but when she falls asleep, the worry keeps me awake.

 Her father is no longer in our lives, and when I reached out to family, I was left alone. That pain runs deep, but I keep going because she depends on me.

 Losing my job turned everything upside down. I’ve been searching for work, calling shelters, and asking for help, but we’re still waiting for a chance to get a stable place to call our home.

 Through it all, I haven’t lost hope. I believe things can get better, and I’m doing everything I can to make that happen for my daughter.

 I’m asking for help so I can give her a safe place to sleep, warm meals, and a chance at a stable life. Any support means more than words can express it brings us closer to safety and a fresh start.