My 15 year old son was shot 3x while walking to the store to get snacks here Chicago.

He wasn’t involved in anything.

He was simply being a teenager. At the wrong place at the wrong time.

Right now, I am writing this from his hospital room.

Doctors have told us he will never fully bend his arm again. As a mother, hearing those words is devastating. He is only 15 years old. He should be thinking about school, friends, and his future not permanent injury.

He is the oldest of my seven children. I had him when I was his age. People used to call him “Book Bag” because I carried him in a book bag while I fought to finish high school and earn my diploma. We grew up together. We have always survived together.

Before this happened, we were already struggling and did not have a place of our own. We were staying with family sleeping in the living room. Now, with this trauma and his recovery ahead, it is clear we need stable, safe housing.

My son dreams of becoming a doctor one day. Even now, he talks about helping others. But he cannot heal properly without peace, safety, and stability.

We are raising funds to:

• Secure long term safe housing

• Cover deposits and rent so we can relocate to a safer area

• Provide stability while he undergoes recovery and therapy

• Give my other children a safe and consistent environment and Therapy for us all.

Our goal is to secure at least get one full year of housing/ relocation so my son can focus on healing without fear of instability, and my other children can also heal without the fear of this happening to them one day.

We are asking for a safe place to rebuild.

If you can give, we are deeply grateful.

If you cannot give, please share our story.

They called him “Book Bag” because I carried him while chasing my diploma.

Now I’m asking for help carrying him through this season of recovery.

With hope and love,

Khi