Hi, I`m 5-year-old Kyrylo or the youngest among "the Prymenko boys”. When my mother found out she was pregnant with me and not with a daughter she wanted, she cried a lot. Her family and friends comforted her saying that she didn`t even know how lucky she was: three sons were a genuine treasure. All of us alongside our mom, dad, and grandma died on the same day. Only our dog Chucky survived. I adored him. 

As it`s often the case with the youngest children I was pampered. They called me "sunshine" because I liked to smile. I looked like my brother Artem but I had a louder personality. I liked to perform on stage and always tried my hardest when reciting a poem or dancing. 

I was full of energy and my parents had already started choosing a sports class for me. In September I should have gone to kindergarten for the first time. I certainly would have taken a few chrysanthemum flowers that grew in our cozy garden with me. 

But there is nothing left of my home and our yard with chrysanthemums. Everything was destroyed by the Russian bomb. 

My dog Chucky was adopted by my aunt. For her, he is now the only thread that connects her to us.