Help a Single Mom and Her Girls Find a Home

Hello everyone,

It breaks me to my core to write this and to ask for help, but I am at a point where I have no other choice. I am a single mom to two beautiful girls, ages 1 and 14. They are my entire world—the reason I keep going, even when it feels impossible. Without them, I would be lost.

For the past seven months, we have been homeless. This isn’t the life I envisioned for my girls. I’ve fought so hard, but the weight of it all has been overwhelming. I’ve reached out to family, but no one was willing to help. I’ve lost friends along the way, and I’ve even had to sell my phone just to scrape together enough to keep a roof over our heads, even temporarily.

We’ve endured things no one should ever have to face. We’ve been placed in unsafe conditions where I feared for my daughters’ safety. Our belongings were thrown out, strangers entered our rooms, and there were nights we were left outside until midnight or later with nowhere to go. Strangers have asked if we needed help, and all I could do was hold my daughters close and pray.

There were days I only had a few dollars to feed my kids, and I went without so they wouldn’t have to. I’ve lost 30 pounds from the stress, the worry, and the sheer exhaustion of trying to hold everything together.

The agencies that were supposed to help us didn’t follow through. They made promises they never kept. They told me to work full-time, look for apartments, contact landlords—tasks they were supposed to assist with—all while providing little to no support. Not once did anyone from these agencies even meet us to understand what we’ve been going through.

I’ve done everything I can to provide some sense of normalcy for my girls—working, using Ubers to get around, stretching every last dollar for food, hotels, and laundry. But I’ve reached the end of what I can do on my own. I have no family left to turn to, and I’ve run out of options.

I’m asking for help—not for me, but for my daughters. They deserve stability, a safe home, a warm meal cooked by their mom, and the simple joys of childhood. I promised them I would never give up on them, and I won’t.

If you can, please consider lending us a hand—a hand to help us find a home, to get back on our feet, and to finally feel safe again. Any support, no matter how small, would mean the world to us.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I know it’s a lot, but with your help, I believe we can turn this nightmare into a story of hope.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you.