Hi, everyone! You are now looking at my smiling face. Let's get to know each other better. My name is Anya, I am 15 years old, I lived in Dnipro all my short life. That is also where I was killed. On January 14, 2023, the enemy struck a building in the Peremoha housing estate with a missile. My whole family gathered there in our apartment: my mother, father, grandparents, aunt, her husband, and I. Grandma was the only one to survive...

Growing up, I was my parents` little princess. Mom and Dad did everything to make me happy.

Friendly, open, sincere, smiling, eager to help – that's what everyone in my family and friends could say about me. I enjoyed school, participated in subject competitions, quickly memorized poems, and during school pageants, I liked to play a main role.

In the future, I really wanted to become a psychologist, I liked to listen to my friends and help them with advice. I also willingly took on the duties of a manager.

I spent a lot of time together with my Mom and Dad. We went camping, hiking outside of the city, and celebrated all the special occasions gathering with our extended family.

My Auntie often joked that at 15 I had turned from a small bald baby into a long-legged beauty with a thin waist and thick hair. Dad and Mom always smiled at these words. They were so proud of their daughter.

We were always together throughout our lives and we died together.

That Russian missile that struck the building in Peremoha Street on the afternoon of January 14 destroyed my family. There is no more me, my optimistic father, my caring mother, my grandfather, my aunt, or her husband. And instead of my family`s cozy apartment, all that was left is just a huge hole in the building.