Hello, dear people with kind hearts 💔🙏

I am writing this letter with great worry, but also with my last hope. My name is Tsvetelina Angelova Petkova and I am a mother of two boys – aged 10 and 16 👩‍👦‍👦

I am reaching out to you because I can no longer cope alone with the silent pain that follows us every single day.

We live in a small village in the Vratsa region 🏡 The house that was supposed to be our home and our fortress is now a place where we are barely surviving. Part of it is in very poor condition and uninhabitable. We live under pressure, without basic conditions and comfort – without the warmth my children need in order to grow up peacefully.

As a mother, what hurts me the most is what I see in their eyes. My older son Angel is already a teenager – an age when he should be dreaming 🌟 Instead, he is withdrawing into himself. He is ashamed of our poverty, of not having his own space, and of the life we live. My younger son Velislav also feels every lack and every worry I carry 💔

For 4 years we have been surviving only on social benefits and child allowances. There are days when there is not even bread on the table  I take food on credit so my children do not fall asleep hungry. Every day is a struggle – for a piece of food, for paid bills, for survival.

We lack basic things: clothes, shoes,blankets 🧣 and even simple household appliances. It hurts me that my children are growing up without security and without a real childhood.

That is why I gathered the strength to ask for help. Please, if you are able – help us 🙏 Every kind act from you, no matter how small it may seem, is for us a huge chance and hope that tomorrow can be better 🌈

Thank you to everyone who opens their heart to our story ❤️

With hope and gratitude,
Tsvetelina Angelova Petkova

Цветелина Ангелова Петкова