I lost my family when I was a child, and since then, I’ve faced life alone, struggling to survive and searching for a future. I moved from country to country, always hoping for something better. Now, I finally have a home and a job, but I’m overwhelmed by debts that are crushing me and my wife. We live in constant despair, with no real happiness, just a small glimmer of hope keeping us going.

We’re on debt collectors' lists, barely getting by with enough money for food. Recently, my wife became pregnant by accident. I didn’t want this because of our financial struggles, but she’s determined to keep the baby. She believes in a better life for our child, holding onto hope.

But I am terrified. I don’t want my child to come into this world and see the same misery I did—growing up in poverty, struggling every day just for food. All I want is to escape this debt, to have a chance to work and build a better life for my unborn child. I don’t want them to experience the pain and suffering I endured as a child. I just want to give them a life filled with hope, not despair.