Hoping that working from somewhere other than my bed (read: the living room floor, apparently) will allow me to get something done
I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.
- Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
05・08・2019
So I’m finally back from my parents home and now trying to concentrate on writing my project but a) the weather is so cold today b) I’m feeling a little sick and sleepy, so I made myself a cup of cappuccino to warm up
A merciless cold, and a tent that cannot withstand!
Like many other countries, this year’s winter is unbearably rains, fierce winds, and extreme cold that we haven't experienced in many years.
But the difference is that we are not in a home that shields our shivering bodies; we are in a torn tent that neither blocks the cold nor stops the rain.
Yesterday, the roof of our tent was ripped off, and water seeped into our few blankets. We shivered from the cold until we felt it seep into our bones. It was a brutal night as I held my child in my arms, searching for warmth I did not have. 💔
But the hardest part is that the world thinks our suffering has ended. We are still without a home, without an income, and prices are soaring. Yet, donations have dwindled as if the pain has ceased! But it has not… We are still here, struggling to survive each day.
Please, if you are reading this, do not leave us alone. Your donation could be the difference between another night of torment or a moment of warmth that we so desperately need. 🙏
ig: milaminri
bigdillkitchen 🍅