My name is Quo, and I’m a mom of six.
Six beautiful children who depend on me. Who look to me for everything.
And right now… I’m doing everything I can just to keep us from losing our home.
I should be getting them ready to go back to school. I should be planning my baby boy’s first birthday on August 15th.
But instead, I’m packing up our lives, hoping for a miracle—because in just 3 days, we could be out on the street.
Eight days after giving birth, I was hospitalized. I came home and couldn’t work because of serious health issues. But even then, I didn’t stop. I pushed myself to go back to work while still sick—because not working wasn’t an option.
Then my aunt passed away, and I went to New York to say goodbye. When I came back, I was fired.
Since then, it’s been one blow after another. I’ve been up day after day, night after night—applying for help, making calls, praying, trying everything I can to fix this. But now the clock is ticking, and I’m scared.
What am I supposed to tell my kids?
They don’t know what’s going on—because Mommy always made a way. Mommy always provided.
But this time… I fell. And I need help getting back up.
This isn’t easy to share. I’ve always been the one helping others—giving my last, opening my door, holding it down. But right now, I’m the one in need. And if you’ve ever been a parent or hit a hard time, I hope you’ll hear my heart.
Please—if you can donate, it would mean the world. If you can’t, just sharing this might help me reach someone who can. I believe in the power of community, and I’m still holding on to faith.
Thank you for reading this. Thank you for caring.
From one mother to another, from one human to another—thank you. ❤️
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