It’s a miracle that we are still alive in this shack with three little children, living on 250 lari per month! One and a half years ago, I broke my leg in two places, so badly that the doctors had to piece the bones back together and insert a metal plate, which should have been removed a year ago, or else gangrene, which could kill me. But I don’t have any money at all! The whole household relies solely on me because my husband is also sick! We constantly suffer from hunger. Neither my husband nor I can take care of our health. We don’t even have the Tetri to afford transportation to the clinic, let alone expensive medical examinations! We save every penny just to keep our children from dying of hunger! But I should not die either. The metal plate must be removed urgently. Please help! Otherwise, my children will lose their mother! I must not die, and my children should not have to live like homeless ones: forever hungry, deprived even of basic necessities that children should have!

“In my dreams my mother always smiles, but in reality she cries and cries,” says 12-year-old boy Yura sadly.
Little Anna immediately joins our conversation:
– We really, really love our mom! Let me teach you how she teaches us to warm our fingers. Do you know how?!
– Why do I need it? – I ask the girl.
– You are so funny! You are already an adult, but you don’t know why! If it gets cold, they can break. Or don’t you need your fingers?
“Misfortune literally haunts me,” poor mother Araksi cries bitterly. – My husband kidnapped me, then betrayed and abandoned me; my parents turned their backs on me… And a year ago my father died, he used to be our only support and protection … We are alone in this world and absolutely no one needs us!”

“I miss him very much … I want to hug him and to play with him so much. He is cold there. And mommy and I are cold here …”
Little Tea misses her father. A healthy man, he suddenly died. He left his girls alone – his wife Lia and his 6-year-old daughter Tea. They are absolutely alone. And they have nothing…
“That’s how she talks about her dad all day long. Sits by his photograph, tells him how we are getting on. She was very attached to him. She loved him very much. She loved him even more than me. Father’s daughter! It’s very hard for me too. Can you imagine how it feels to lose a perfectly healthy man in a week? My world has turned upside down, the earth has disappeared beneath my feet. I don’t know what to do, how to live… I try to restrain myself, not to be too emotional. I know that he looks at us from heaven and helps us.”