Joseph (father): Of course, as a healthy man, I could go to Tbilisi or abroad to work and send money. But then my son will die! I know it for sure! He’s also with a soul, and he loves me very much! I feel it with all my heart… He won’t live a day without my care and love!

16-year-old Beka has never taken a single step on his own. He doesn’t know what it’s like to play football with boys. He can only dream about it. He used to dream about it more often, he even asked his mother to sit him next to the window so that I could see the children who were chasing the ball like crazy. He was sure that soon his legs would be able to support him. Over time, it became more and more painful for Beka to look at the frisky boys … And now, even from the screams coming from the yard, tears well up in his eyes. He knows he will never be able to play football. But at least walk a few steps on his own – is that possible?

“I really want to have many friends, but the children do not want to play with me. Sometimes they close the door in my face. And I start to feel a tingling in my chest …” – says ten-year-old Anna-Maria, pointing with her fingers where it tingles. – “Do you know when it also tingles? When I want crunchy treats and my mom has no money to buy them. In the end, this tingling tires me out, and I start feeling sad.” Here she takes a sad pose, and then continues: “Mom said that I am special, I even call myself in a special way – Marikosha! Ma-ri-ko-sha! But I don’t want to be special anymore. I wish I had many friends, many toys, and many sweets! Just like other kids!”

He is 17 but he can’t do anything without his mom. When he is hungry, he squeezes his mommy’s hand and leads her to the kitchen. “It was so cute when he was two years old. And now it is so bitter to look at … “

“I screamed, cried, and Nata, Nitsa, Sandro, Lali, and Taso the bear were burning and crying inside. Even my bike was burning and crying there – I heard it!” says 4-year-old Nia and hides her head. Several months have passed since this tragedy happened, and the baby still wakes up at night screaming and thinking she is on fire… And every time she asks her mother: “Can people burn twice?”

“How to explain to mom without words that you are thirsty? How to say that you are hungry? That your head aches? That you want hugs? I can only say “woo”. Will mom understand? And won’t mom be offended that I often say “woo”?
When the unfortunate mother addressed our Fund, we immediately realized that this family simply could not survive without our help. Meet my friends: this is Khatuna and her long-suffering son Nika.