Ayus’ Story

I Was Three Years Old When My Father Died

My parents were manual laborers, and my father worked for the Forest Office, earning less than $2.00 a day. We had very little, and every day was a struggle. When I was only three years old, my father became sick with tuberculosis and died. His death devastated my mother. She grew weaker with each passing day, but she still had to find a way for us to survive. For more than a year, she carried me on her shoulder as she went from door to door begging for food. 


There were days when we did not have enough to eat. There were days when we simply did not know what would happen next.

My Mother Never Came Home. 

One morning, my mother asked my grandmother to watch me while she went to the market. 


She never returned. 


My grandmother searched everywhere for her, but she could not be found. I had already lost my father, and now my mother was gone too. 

For a time, my grandmother did the best she could to care for me. Then one day, the warden of the children’s center came to our village and met her. When my grandmother told him my story, he was moved with compassion. He brought me to the children’s center, and from that day forward, my life began to change. 


I have been living in a Hope House ever since.



My Life Began to Change

Today, I am a second-grade student. I go to school, I help with small jobs in the garden at the children’s center, and I am able to dream about a future that once seemed impossible.

 

The children’s center provides me with food, clothing, education, and care. I am deeply thankful to the children’s center and to Hope For Life Ministries for the love and support I have received. 



I Have a Dream for My Future

My dream is to finish my education so that one day I can support myself and help provide food, clothing, and healthcare for my relatives. I have already experienced more loss than many children should ever have to endure. 


But my story is not only a story of loss.



It Is Also a Story of Hope. 

Your support can help me continue my education and move one step closer to the future I am praying for. 

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