My name is burak, and I'm writing this with a heart full of hope and eyes that have seen too many sleepless nights. Not long ago, my life was different. I had a family — a loving wife and our beautiful child. But life is unpredictable. I lost my wife, the pillar of our little world, and now it's just me and my child, trying to survive each day with dignity. Her absence still echoes through every moment, but I must be strong — not for me, but for our child. I work in the heavy transport industry. The job is exhausting — long hours, little sleep, and barely enough income to cover the basics. I often come home after midnight, only to leave again before sunrise. Every day, I carry tons of weight, not just on the truck, but in my heart. I do everything I can, but the truth is — it's not enough. I am not asking for luxury. I am not asking for a miracle. I am asking for a chance — a chance to give my child an education, a warm bed, and a life where they don't have to carry the burden of poverty on their small shoulders. To anyone out there who might read this — if you have the means to help, even in the smallest way, you will not just change a life. You will save it. Your support will not be forgotten. I will carry your kindness in my prayers every single night. Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. With deepest respect, burak