Last night in Kyiv was terrifying again.
Sirens. Explosions. No peace.

My younger daughter got so scared she jumped out of bed half-asleep and ran — from the top bunk. I barely caught her. One more second, and she would’ve fallen.

Then she asked me:
“Mom, why are they shooting at us? What did we do to them?”

And I had no answer.
We’re just living. We did nothing to anyone.
But they want our children to fear for their lives — even in their sleep.

I hate these nights.
I hate the ones who turn childhood into fear.
Damn terrorists.

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