On Monday evening, my life changed in an instant when a fire destroyed my home. My three-year-old son and I lost everything—our clothes, our belongings, and the place we called home. The past few days have been incredibly overwhelming, and I’ve found myself crying to sleep, feeling lost and alone. We are now homeless, trying to figure out our next steps with nowhere to turn.

It’s been a rough couple of days, and I’m doing my best to stay strong for my son. The uncertainty and fear have been difficult to manage, but I know I have to keep going for him. Right now, our most urgent needs are clothes and a safe place to stay. Every day feels like a struggle, but I’m holding onto hope that things can get better with a little help.

I’m reaching out to my community for support during this incredibly hard time. Any help you can offer—whether it’s a donation or simply sharing our story—would mean the world to us. Your kindness can help us start to rebuild and find stability again. Thank you for taking the time to read our story and for any support you can give.