Hi everyone!

My name is Andrew. I'm 33. My wife Vicky and I have a 7-month-old son named Kevin (yes, after Kevin McCallister from Home Alone, we're huge fans and thought it was perfect) and a cat named Dusty who's been with us through everything.

We love Canada.

We came here fleeing the war. Back then, it was just the three of us: me, Vicky, and Dusty.

Everything was new. New country, new life.

Then Kevin was born here. Our son is Canadian. That means everything to us. We're so proud that he gets to carry that with him, that no matter where life takes us, he'll always have this connection to a country that gave us safety when we needed it most.

Honestly, looking at the world today, we know Canada is probably the safest place we could be right now. But circumstances are forcing us to leave that safety behind and leap into an uncertain future.

Vicky had a very difficult pregnancy and birth. She's dealing with postpartum depression, severe sciatica and is still recovering, both physically and emotionally. Right now, she can't fully function in terms of working and taking care of Kevin at the same time. She needs time and space to heal. And I’m amazed by her bravery! She always finds strength for smile and hope!

Our families need us too. My parents are getting older and alone, and Vicky's father is a veteran from the war who was recently discharged for health reasons. They all need our support and presence.

So we're going. Just when we were starting to settle, just when Canada gave us Kevin, we have to start over again.

Here's where it gets hard.

Because Vicky is recovering, I have to be the support and foundation for both her and Kevin. I need to be home to help with our baby. Not because I want to (though of course I do), but because there's no other option.

At the same time, I need to learn new skills to find work in a completely new job market in a new country.

Getting oriented like this, being there for my family while learning what I need to learn to support us, is going to take 6 to 7 months.

And we don't have savings to live on during those months. We have enough for plane tickets. That's it.

As a father and husband, I need to do everything in my power, whatever it takes, to make sure they feel safe. Vicky needs space to heal. Kevin needs stability. And I need to know they're both okay.

That's why I'm taking this extreme step, asking people for help. It goes against everything in me, but I'll do whatever it takes for my family.

I'm asking for help to survive those first 6 to 7 months while we rebuild. We will use them to rent an apartment for a few months and just for basic needs.

Whatever you can give goes toward keeping a roof over our heads, food on the table, and giving us the breathing room to rebuild our lives without constant panic.

If you can't donate, I get it. But sharing this helps more than you know.

Thank you for reading this.

Thank you for considering.

Thank you for caring about people you've never met.

Andrew, Vicky, Kevin & Dusty