Hello! In this picture you won`t see me, just my mom and dad. This is them so happy and smiley on the day of their wedding. My mom became pregnant with me, their only child, in a few years. But they didn`t have enough time to celebrate my birth. On the 17th of October, an enemy drone struck my parents` apartment building in Kyiv. The rescuers found them under the rubble holding each other in their arms. My life froze in my mom`s belly. The attack that day took five lives, I was the sixth unborn one...

My parents were very responsible people and they treated me the same way. They had planned this pregnancy and when my mom finally heard that she was carrying a baby under her heart — it was happy news for our family. My future Grandma had never seen her son and daughter-in-law so happy as in those first days of pregnancy.

For the first weeks when my life had only started to grow in my mom`s body, she suffered from morning sickness. It passed eventually. Daddy was always close to us – he bought everything that we needed, took care of my mom, and touched me through her belly. 

In a few weeks, my parents should have found out who they were expecting — a boy or a girl. But my heart stopped beating in four and a half months — it was my mom`s pregnancy term when our building was hit by a drone. 

Just imagine, my mom Vika had never learned the joy of motherhood, she had never got to hold me close to her chest right after my birth... My dad Bohdan who so often imagined himself as a father hadn`t had a day in this status. I had never been touched or kissed by my parents. I don`t even have a name. My life ended before it could have begun.