Finding food isn't the hardest part of the day; it's the sunset.
As night falls, my three children face a silence they shouldn't have to endure. They long for a father who's gone, for someone to comfort and reassure them, to promise them a better tomorrow.
Every night, I hold them close, trying to be both mother and father to them, but I can't fill the void he left, nor can I provide for their basic needs alone. We're facing a reality where even the simplest comforts are out of reach.😭😔💔🙏
