My name is Deanna. My daughter Leslie has had so many struggles her whole life and has fought each of them—quietly, strongly, and without ever asking anyone for help. She has always carries her struggles on her own shoulders, but now she’s facing something no one can get through alone. I’m asking for help on her behalf because she would never ask for herself.

A year and a half ago, she and her husband made what felt like a fresh start. After a few unreliable cars breaking down, they purchased a reliable truck. They were excited, hopeful, and finally seeing some stability.

But almost immediately after buying the truck, everything fell apart.

Her husband, who had been 18 months into his permanent residency process, suddenly faced a deportation scare. They were told it had been dropped—only for it to come back again. His permanent residency was ultimately denied, and he was removed from the country with their youngest child. My daughter planned to visit with their daughter and bring their son back shortly after, hoping to keep the family together in whatever way they could manage. They were told he could re-enter Canada after one year.

But nothing has gone as planned.

For more than a year now, she has been carrying every responsibility alone—rent, bills, food, the truck payments—on a daycare worker’s wage. Every time one of the kids is sick, she loses work. Every month has been a struggle, and she has clung to hope that the immigration process would move forward. But still, there has been no word on a decision, and she is now facing another Christmas with her husband gone and her family split across countries.

She tried so hard to keep up. But the weight became too much.

She fell behind on the truck payments and had an insurance lapse. She managed to get the insurance reinstated just in time to avoid losing the vehicle, but she now has until December 19th to catch up on the missed payments and pay the default charges.

There is simply no way she can do this on her own.

This vehicle is her lifeline—to work, to childcare, to everyday necessities. Losing it would unravel what little stability she has fought so fiercely to maintain.

I’m asking, humbly and with a mother’s heart, for help so she doesn’t lose the one thing that keeps her and the kids going. Any amount—big or small—will make a difference. Even sharing this will help more than you know.

Thank you to anyone who can contribute, share, or keep her in your thoughts. She is strong, stubborn, and determined, but right now she needs a community to stand with her.