Hello... My name is Alin, and I'm only 4 years old.

I don't understand why our home is gone or why my family has to live in a tent. All I know is that I miss feeling safe.

Every morning, I wake up hoping that today will be a little easier than yesterday. I dream of simple things—a warm meal, clean water, and a safe place where I can sleep without fear.

My mom and dad are doing everything they can to protect me, but they can't do it alone.

If my story has reached you, please don't scroll past. Even the smallest donation can help my family survive and give me hope again. And if you can't donate, sharing my story could help it reach someone who can.

Please... don't let my childhood be remembered only by war. Help my family hold on to hope, so one day I can smile again.

With love,

Alin, 4 years old