For many of us, the closest person is our mother, and the best place on earth is our parents' home.
   My beloved mother died of cancer when I was 14, her parents deprived me of the right to inherit when I was a child, so I didn’t have a single thing left that could really bring me back to that feeling of childhood. Now I'm 23 and her parents passed away and I had to fight for the memory of my mother with her brother who tried to steal the memory of my mother.
   At the moment, all the difficulties are behind us, but over many years of exploitation of my mother’s apartment by tenants who were not clean people, the apartment has become unsuitable for living and no longer reminds me of my mother. There are cockroaches in the apartment, mold everywhere, damaged floors, and burnt wiring. I study and work, I try to save up funds for repairs, but the amount is colossal for me and it is not possible for me to save it in the coming years.
   I ask for your help, because I believe that I can still preserve the memory of my mother and feel that feeling of childhood at my mother’s home. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

Sincerely, Alla