

Hello everyone! Today I want to share with you my story, which gave me a lot of strength and taught me to be strong. Childhood is a time that should be filled with play, happiness and love. However, my childhood was far from that and not like a fairy tale. By telling you about it, I hope that my story will help someone find meaning and strength to carry on even in life's most difficult moments. From my earliest childhood, I was an unusual girl. My mother, looking for a better life for us, went to America for work, and I stayed with my father. I remember how hard it was to see how Dad coped with our life together - working, helping me with my homework, cooking our meals. He tried his best, but it was hard for him alone. My mom tried to support us with her letters and calls, she talked about her hopes and dreams of our better life, but I was still sad and lonely. I felt a sense of loss and inferiority that was deeply sealed in my heart. But despite all the hardships, I am grateful for my childhood because it taught me how to cope and be self-reliant. I became the most responsible girl in school - doing my chores, taking care of myself, helping my dad. I realized that it was the only way to overcome difficulties and succeed. When I was 15, my mom came back to us, as she missed us very much. I want to tell everyone who is in a similar situation that you are not alone. Life can be difficult, but all difficulties make us stronger. Don't be afraid to go your own way and win your little victories. In the end, all will be well! Love, Lola.