Inside the dilapidated house, where the walls crumble with age and the windows are covered with cellophane, live children suffering from hunger and despair. They cry out, pleading for help, but it’s as if they don’t exist, as their words do not reach the “mighty of this world.” Tamaz is only 3 years old, Giorgi is 5. He suffers from a treacherous disease – epilepsy, often frightening his parents and siblings with seizures. Barbare is 8-year-old. Her ultimate dream is to have one doll and soup. The poor girl hasn’t even tasted anything else besides soup.

“Don’t be afraid, mommy, everything will be fine.” – “Don’t be afraid, my little girl…” – the mother, exhausted by anxiety, comforts her daughter. Eight-year-old Khatuna has not yet taken her first steps and has not made her parents happy with her first words. There are so many unspoken feelings in her heart, so many steps not taken, non-made friends, non-happening stories, and so many other things that would make her life more joyful. The mother’s heart can’t take it anymore. The start of Khato’s story should begin with the operation, and everything that happened before it will remain as a bad dream.

Children sleep on broken beds, picked up in a landfill, dine on a dilapidated table with peeling paint! There are only three chairs in the family.

Levan went to the wedding to Lanchkhuti. He was young, and handsome, and cheerful. He was a second-year university student – 18 years old. When else one is so eager to enjoy life? And then at night, acquaintances came to his mother Olya: “Olya, don’t worry now, we must tell you something. Levan…” – “Oh, what are these people saying! Shut up, shut up! It’s not true, no way! Are you trying to kill me?! What happened to her Levan? Where to go, why?!

– than when, in front of your mother, it seems that you are forever “losing” your beloved child.

“There is nothing more tasty than bread…” says Tinatin, a wonderful brown-eyed girl (5-year-old), clutching and kissing a loaf of bread given to her by her kind neighbors …
She is right, a loaf of bread is a festive dish in this dilapidated house, which is about to collapse and bury its unfortunate inhabitants alive … Because, all their modest income is spent on medications…
“I can’t help buying medications. This means that the grandmother will die! – says mom Maya. – I cannot watch a person suffocating in front of my eyes!” Evil fate confronted this kind Georgian woman with a terrible choice: buy medications for a seriously ill old woman and leave her little daughter hungry, or buy food for the child and leave the old woman to fate…
In the hope of the mercy of Lord and good people, the poor woman addressed our Fund. Because Georgians will never leave their neighbors in trouble.