This is Natasha and her grandmother. They live alone because on August 3 of the bloody 2014 their garden was hit by a shell. The house survived though the blast shattered all the windows, but a single piece of shrapnel flew in. Just a single piece of shrapnel. That was enough to kill Natasha’s mom right in front of her. The shrapnel pierced her head.
Natasha did not say anything for a week, and it was a miracle she resumed talking later. She stuttered for a year. Her grandma really aged in that instant. She’s only 70, and at the time, 3 years ago, she looked different.
They remained on their own, that’s how they live now. Natasha is 13, the grandmother is retired, draws a pension.
What can one say about their lives? They are surviving.
They need coal, food–they suffer from poor nutrition.
That’s how things are…
Anyone wanting to support this family should label donations and contributions “Natasha.”
The plundered home and her grandmother is all she has.
I have plenty of pathos at the tip of my tongue, but I’ll keep it to myself.
I think maybe I’m a bad person because I don’t have enough acceptance.
I wish all the worst on the monsters who made Natasha an orphan.
I’ll never forgive.