Four years without each other.
We are an ordinary Ukrainian family. We had a home, neighbors, weekend plans, a fridge with magnets, a favorite mug. The kind of life that feels small and unremarkable — until the morning it stops.
In February 2022, we made the hardest decision of our lives, the same one thousands of other families made that week: we split up to survive. We told ourselves it would be a few weeks. Then we said a few months. Now four years have gone by, and we are still living in different countries, on different calendars, falling asleep under different skies.
We have missed birthdays we cannot get back. We have watched first days of school over a phone screen. We have learned to celebrate New Year's with a video call propped up against a glass of water. We are grateful — endlessly — to be safe. But safe is not the same as together.
We are not a charity. We are not an organization. We are just a family asking, quietly and without shame, for the help we cannot give ourselves: the documents, the legal fees, the safe travel, the housing, the work of rebuilding one shared life out of two separate ones. Whatever you can give — even one dollar, even one cent — brings us closer to the day the door opens and we are all on the same side of it.