Head-canon that moondrop has a built in music box inside his system so that children could sleep easier and (hopefully) without nightmares
๐ A Final Cry for Help from a Broken Heart ๐
Hello my friend, I don't know how to begin this message, as my heart is shattered into pieces. I hope that this message reaches you in good health, far from the pain that fills my life right now.
Iโm here, in a strange hospital room, surrounded only by the silence of death. I watch my little child lying on a bed, his innocent body motionless. Only the life-support machine keeps him alive. He canโt breathe on his own, canโt move, and all I feel is the deep sorrow that seeps into my soul with every passing moment.
The doctor spoke to me in a soft, almost hesitant voice, as if asking me to endure more than I can bear: โEither pay for the surgery now, or weโll have to disconnect the machine.โ Do you understand what that means? It means that I will watch my childโthe one who was once the light of my lifeโdie right before my eyes. Every moment that passes, I wait for a slow death, my hands tied, unable to save him. His tiny heart, once full of hope, will stop forever in an instant, and I can't do a thing.
Please, donโt leave me to face this nightmare alone. Please, save my child. I have nothing but this cry, these tears that fill my eyes. Any help, even a word, could be the difference between life and death for him.
My heart can no longer bear the pain. I feel as though my soul is leaving my body with every second, watching him suffer while I am powerless to stop it. Please, save my child before this little heart is extinguished forever.
Help me, I beg you, donโt leave me in this darkness.
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Guys who do you think he would have a crush on as a kid Raven or Terra.
Hello everyone, you may have seen my earlier posts bringing attention to my friend @nasseer220, and her campaign. Unfortunately, she now has to start her fundraiser from scratch. Her fundraiser is vetted here, and I can personally attest to its legitimacy. I've provided the new link below:
For those who haven't heard her story before, Israa is a young mother with two small children, one toddler and one baby. Her husband has been kidnapped by the IDF, and she hasn't seen him in months. Now she is the sole provider for her family. Her father is a cancer patient, and she is fundraising simultaneously for medical care and evacuation funds.
Israa and her children have been kicked out of the hospital because they weren't able to raise funds in time for an upcoming operation and their stay. Her father is now alone, and she and her children are on the street.
With having to remake the campaign, she is currently at 156/20,000 USD.
If you aren't able to donate, please share her story, do whatever you can to help this family. Thank you <3
My friend fr just called me out by agreeing when i told him โis the only reason why i think shin talked weirdly this chapter was bc i see him this as this perfect dude whos good with kids and iโm still in denial.โ
One Day at a Time ๐๐
Itโs hard to describe what it feels like to lose everything. To wake up and realize your entire life has been erased.
But here we areโ$1,580 raised so far.
Itโs a small step in a long journey, but it proves that there are still people who care. That hope isnโt completely gone.
๐ Please, if you can, help us move forward. Every share, every donation, every kind word helps us hold on.
๐ If this post reaches you at the wrong time or feels intrusive, I sincerely apologize please ignore it .
โ ๏ธ Vetted by โ ๏ธ
From the bottom of my heart, thank you. โค๏ธ
they don't make this kind of thing anymore ๐
links to the donations mentioned
https://unrwa.org/
https://www.instagram.com/gazamutualaid
https://campusbailfunds.com
๐ฟ My Name is Rola, and This is My Story ๐ฟ
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shatteredโwindows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighborโs house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everythingโour home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my familyโs survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
๐ Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. ๐
โ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ, ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด.โ
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