I was preparing to celebrate my first birthday when my dad and I were killed by the Russian military. A rocket hit a residential building. More than four dozen people were killed. An ordinary apartment building, ordinary families, an ordinary Saturday... 

My name is Mykyta, I was born out of the great love of my mum and dad. They have loved each other since school. Since childhood, my parents were sick, had hearing impairments, and fought for their lives as best they could. I chose them as my mum and dad and knew I would make them happy. 

I was born a month before Russia launched its full-scale offensive against Ukraine. I grew up healthy and developed faster than my peers. I loved playing with tractors and cars. I remember how in the village where my parents and I lived for a while, they heated water and put a bath in the yard - I was happy to bathe there.

At the end of 2022, I said my first "mum" and "dad" and took my first steps. In January 2023, it was supposed to be my first birthday. My family ordered balloons, bought me a festive shirt... 

On 14 January, my parents and I were sitting at the table, my mum was giving me a delicious banana, and my dad was drinking tea with lemon. Outside the window, I saw a bright flash and a huge concrete slab flew at us... My dad and I passed away. My mother spent more than 20 hours under the rubble until she was rescued.

I was buried in beautiful clothes. My body was photographed in the funeral home for my mother so that she could say goodbye, as she was unable to attend the funeral.

My relatives believe that whoever launched that rocket will receive the harshest punishment in the world. And each of the more than forty dead people in my house will be remembered...