Hello! My name is Kyrylo, and this is a photo of me in my hometown of Mariupol. I was born there and lived with my family. Until the Russian attack destroyed everything. On 13 March 2022, I was hiding with my family at home when one enemy shell landed right there and another one in the yard. My grandmother, both grandfathers and two other relatives died with me... My mother was severely injured. 

My mum remembers my birth as the most joyful moment she had been waiting for all her life. And my dad was also very happy to have such a son. I was a great happiness for everyone in the family. 

I grew up very kind. I shared toys and cookies with other children on the playground. I liked to do puzzles, I loved toy cars. I also had a big toy farm with different animals, which I put in a row and fed. 

At the age of two, I was already talking a little. I liked to make things out of dough or plasticine. In the kitchen, I watched someone cooking and tried to participate in it. 

Before I was born, my dad worked on a ship and went on voyages for several months. To be there for me and watch me grow up, he quit his job and found a job in Mariupol. That's how we lived our happy life together - me, my mum and dad. 

Until it all came crashing down in 2022... 

My grave, like the graves of all my relatives, is in occupied Mariupol. My dad and mum are abroad now. It took a long time for them to recover from the shelling.

And recently they had a daughter, my little sister. She became a gift, a hope for my parents. But I will never be able to meet her...