Maybe happiness for you is something immeasurable, indescribable, unattainable. It is sometimes so difficult for us to explain simple things in words. But little eight-year-old Demuri knows exactly what happiness is. This is a house, dumplings, and a bike! He has only one and very simple dream - to live like other children do.

“I’m Zakaria. I am 31 years old. I realize that I am a grown man, but I need my mom, as in the first years of my life. I am disabled, no matter how rude this word sounds. Yes, I am like this. I've been half-human for 10 years now. If not for my mother, I probably would not have been able to move at all. She makes me live. She wakes me up in the morning to do my exercises. I have no idea where she gets so much energy. She says to me: "I can do anything for you, but I cannot do exercises instead of you." She has been enduring my bad temper for 10 years now. She endures all my failures. And my small victories are only her merit. The fact that I can stand, eat and speak on my own is all thanks to my mother. "

These words belong to a 54-year-old woman who is at the age that is sometimes called the prime of life. But Eliso became related to death... When you bury half of your family at once - father, mother, brother, sister, nephew - your life is not at all important. Eliso's heart was crushed with grief, but her misfortunes did not stop. They continue to this day.

"How is this possible?" - you will probably ask. Mzia Dzamukashvili knows the answer to this question very well. She first died at the age of 9 when she went blind. Her world was gone. Her childhood ended and her life ended too. Mzia buried and mourned her dreams. And then she was resurrected for another life - in eternal darkness. She learned to live by touch - to walk, read, recognize other people. She learned not to dream about great joys. Her fate was like an evil stepmother, it was not going to give her love, the joy of motherhood, happiness.

Did you know that if you do not eat for a very long time, then your tummy starts to rumble? Sometimes it rumbles so loud that even the neighbors can hear it. Did you know that to stop rumbling, you need to lie on your stomach and hug a teddy bear? Try it! Mariam, 8, and Anano, 7, say it helps. That is how they lay, trying to pacify the "rumbling tummy".

By helping the poor, the sick and the unfortunate, you lend a helping hand not to them - but TO THE SON OF GOD! “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me... Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” (Matthew 25:35-36, 40)

The last thing she remembers from the good life is how happy she was when she left home on November 10th. This is how Inga looked like before she got sick, in 2017... On that wonderful and happiest day in her life, she was in seventh heaven with a beautiful fabric she bought for a coat. She dreamed of how she would show off in it, how it would suit her! And that's it... Then darkness befell her for many days.

“Do you know that the New Year is coming soon? Do you have children? Will Santa come to them? Did they behave well? Will you give them some presents too? The dolls? And candy? And dresses like Princess Elsa has?” - plies me with questions six-year-old Barbare.

Mariam (5-year-old): When I tell mommy the word “candy”, she immediately starts crying. Are you afraid of this word too? Candy, candy! Well, you are not afraid! Then give me "two money", I will buy candy for us, and for mom, and for you. Do you want me to buy? Or I'll buy cookies.

Six-year-old Sophia and her three-year-old brother Andria often have these tummy sounds. Their daddy is sick, very sick. He almost died five years ago. We will tell you about that later. We will tell you about how one accident can turn the happy, carefree life of any family into hell. No, we are not scaring you. We are trying to wake you up. The fact that children have the right to receive healthy food is rather an exception to the rule in Georgia. This is not a typo, but a sad reality. There are a lot of families in Georgia where children do not eat normally - they do not eat at all. They eat from time to time, while mom saves a meager allowance. This post, like most of our posts, will be about hunger... We will repeat it again: children should not grow up in such poverty! They shouldn't be hungry!

Six-year-old Giorgi has been standing with a towel in his hands for over an hour. He is sleepy, it's already ten o'clock in the evening, but he can't sleep. "I'm waiting. I must wait for my turn to the bathhouse. It's not fair! Do you wait a long time for your turn if you need to go to the toilet or bathe? " - Giorgi asks me waiting to get a serious answer from me.

“But then the worst thing in my life happened! I dropped the ice cream from my hands... I waited for it all summer, and then mommy managed to save money to buy it.” Gvantsa (10-year-old): That's how it was... I was so happy when my mother said that the day had come when my dream would come true! I put on a nice dress, and we went to buy ice cream. A real one, for me! It cost 80 tetri.

The story we are going to tell you now sounds like a fairy tale, very scary fairy tale, which would never have happened in reality.

-joking or not little Lizi says as soon as I enter. “So many sweets and cookies on it! I can look at it for hours! Most of all I like that chocolate, especially when the bread is not good.” And she points her finger to the tablecloth. This joke does make me really uncomfortable...

Let me introduce Gia Beridze (52-year-old) to you. He looks like a healthy young man, but looks can be deceiving. His rib cage is cut in the middle and without pills his heart would not work. A day without pills can kill him. The person who fought for us, who saved hundreds or maybe thousands of people without knowing about that, does not deserve such an ignominious end. Does he?

Every single morning poor Kristina prays standing in front of icons and begs Lord for well-being of her four sons: Saba (3-year-old), Levan (6-year-old), Vano (8-year-old) and Giorgi (10-year-old)

“I want to be a soldier, like my daddy! - proudly declares Gabriel and drags me directly from the doorway to the portrait of his father. - You know, ma’am, my dad is a hero, he was at war, and, sure, I will become a hero too! - continues the little boy. - Now daddy is in the heaven. Not that he has left us - angels just took him there, because he was so kind, brave and good!"

7-Year-old little Nini doesn’t think so. Because she will have a real birthday cake! Made of bread and jam!