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My name is Sarah, a mother from Kampala, and there was a time when I felt like my family had been completely abandoned. My husband left me and our children without any explanation and disappeared from our lives.
At first, I kept believing he would come back after a few days, but the days gradually became months, and eventually years passed without him returning.
I was left alone with children who depended on me for food, clothing, school fees and a safe place to call home. I had no reliable source of income, and each day became another struggle to keep my family going.
I reached out to my husband several times, pleading with him to return and support us, but despite my efforts, nothing changed.
There were times when my children and I went without food simply because I had no money.
I borrowed whatever I could from friends and relatives, but eventually, even those who had been supporting us became unable to continue. Our situation became increasingly difficult, and there were nights when we had no proper or safe place to sleep.
At one point, my children and I were forced to spend nights on the streets. I would hold them close to me as I wondered how our family had ended up in such a painful situation. My children would constantly ask me when their father was coming back, but I had no answer that could give them hope or explain why he had left us.
I tried every possible way to survive and provide for my children. I searched for small jobs and accepted whatever work I could find, but the little money I earned was never enough to meet all our needs. I became physically and emotionally exhausted, embarrassed by our situation and increasingly hopeless as I carried the burden of raising the children while their father remained absent.
Then, one day, someone who knew about my difficult situation approached me and told me about.To read more, tap here
