Story

I am a single mother of three. I’ve spent the last decade working tirelessly to provide for my children. I’ve always believed that as long as I was breathing, I would make sure they had everything they needed—food, clothing, love, and, most importantly, a roof over their heads. But right now, I’m facing the most terrifying challenge of my life.

I’m about to lose my home. And I don’t know what to do.

I have three beautiful children: Jason, who’s 14, Maya, who’s 9, and baby Ella, who’s only 4. Jason is my protector—he’s already had to grow up faster than any child should. Maya is my little artist, always drawing and creating, her imagination lighting up our world. Ella, my baby, is still so innocent and full of joy—her laughter is the only thing that can make me smile through all the pain.

For the past five years, I worked as a receptionist at a local law firm. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was a steady job, and it allowed me to provide for my children. It gave us a home. I worked long hours, often late into the evening, just to keep the bills paid and the lights on. I always managed, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness, my own well-being. But I did it because I loved my children more than anything in this world.

But then everything changed.

Two weeks ago, I was called into my boss’s office. I thought it was just a routine check-in, but instead, I was informed that my position had been eliminated. The firm had undergone some restructuring, and I was the first one to be let go. I was blindsided. They gave me no warning, no time to prepare. Just a few weeks of severance and a handshake.

I felt the ground fall out beneath me.

I’ve spent every waking moment since then trying to find another job. I’ve sent out dozens of applications, gone to interviews, and reached out to every connection I have. But nothing has come through. The job market is brutal, and it’s even harder for someone like me—someone who’s been out of the workforce for years while raising children on her own. It feels like every door I try to open just slams in my face.

And in the meantime, the bills keep coming. The rent is overdue, and the mortgage payment is months behind. The landlord has given me one final warning: either pay up or face eviction. I don’t have the money. I don’t know where to turn. The thought of losing our home, of having nowhere to go, fills me with a desperation I can’t even describe. My children are too young to understand the weight of this, but I know they can feel it. The tension, the fear. I try to smile and tell them everything will be okay, but inside, I’m falling apart.

Every day, I sit down and try to figure out how to make it work. But the truth is, I’m running out of time. If I don’t come up with $5,000 in the next few weeks, we’ll be out on the streets. I’ll lose the one thing I’ve worked so hard for—the one thing I promised my children I would never take away from them: their home.

I never thought I’d be in this position. I’ve always been independent, always believed I could do it all. But right now, I need help. I’m asking, pleading, for any support you can offer. This $5,000 will cover our overdue rent, mortgage, utilities, and a small cushion to get us back on our feet while I continue searching for work. It’s not just money—it’s the chance for my children to keep their home, to have a place where they feel safe, where they can be kids without the fear of losing everything they’ve ever known.

I know times are tough for everyone, and it breaks my heart to have to ask for help. But right now, I have no other choice. My kids deserve better than this. They deserve stability. They deserve to feel safe in their own home. I don’t want them to lose that.

Please, if you can find it in your heart to donate, no amount is too small. Every penny will go directly toward keeping us in our home and giving me the time I need to find a stable job. I just need a little more time—a little more help—to make sure my children don’t have to face this struggle alone.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kindness, your generosity, and your willingness to help a mother who is doing everything she can to protect her children. You can be the difference between losing everything and keeping the only thing that truly matters—our family, together, safe and loved.

Please, help me keep my family’s home.