We all have a story to tell. Here is mine!
I am 7 years old. I was born in a less than appropriate neighborhood. My mother had to sell her body for a living and it seemed like that was my destiny too. But I had a dream. A dream of a better life. A dream of being valued and loved. A dream to have a safe childhood.
A year ago - I was taken into Reaching Hand - New Home. It was like someone had seen the dreams I had and sworn to make it a reality. When I came here I could not speak English. I started school here. It was so exciting. To sit at tables and learn new things. I now speak and understand English. I learn my lessons in English. I learn new things everyday. I get good food to eat. I have firends my age to play and fight with. I sing songs and learn to dance. I get loved and hugged. I have a hope of a better life. I have a hope that my dreams may actually come true.
Do support Reaching Hand so that children like me will have a chance at Education and a secure enviroment to grow and bloom!
The above is a true story of a child in Reaching Hand New Home. Name and other details have been kept hidden for the purpose of confidentiality.
Good Education cost a lot of money. Raising a child cost a lot of money. Please share to change the life of a young child!