My name is Dehynna Brown, and I cannot wake up from this nightmare. It feels like my life keeps replaying a terrifying scene with no end in sight. On December 19, 2025, my mother was brutally assaulted by my mentally ill brother after he broke into her home. He fractured all of her ribs, loosened most of her teeth, and choked her so severely that she required an emergency tracheostomy surgery to survive. My mother fought for her life for 35 days in the hospital and, by the grace of God, came home on January 23, 2026. During this time, my father was babysitting my baby so I could stay at the hospital advocating for my mother. But just four days later, on January 27, 2026, I found my father deceased in my mother’s home. There was no time to grieve—only shock, heartbreak, and loss stacked on top of trauma.

Since then, I have been fighting nonstop for justice for my mother, navigating courts, hospitals, and social services. I am also struggling to secure medical coverage and safe relocation. At the same time, I am trying to be a full-time parent to my children from a different state, holding them together while I am falling apart. We are currently staying in hotels because the pipes in my mother’s home are frozen, leaving us without running water. This has drained the last of our finances. I have used every financial resource I had to get to Philadelphia and survive here for the past two months while caring for my mother.

Now, I need help bringing my children to Philadelphia and paying for my father’s funeral expenses so we can lay my father to rest. He did not have insurance. I cannot leave until my father is buried. I am not okay. I am overwhelmed. And I need help. Any donation, prayer, or share means more than words can express. Thank you for helping my family through the unimaginable.