hi everyone. this is my baby sister chaya. she will be 3 years old this week and sadly this past weekend her mother passed away. she was a good mother and it feels like she was taken too soon. it breaks my heart to know that my little sister will have to grow up without a mom and i’m praying that God gives me the strength to be that positive influence for her. unfortunately there was no insurance so we are struggling to get funeral arrangements funded for her. if you can donate ANY amount it would be greatly appreciated. every dollar counts. thank you. 💔 i posted the link in my bio for donations.
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I don’t care what anyone thinks. They are goals. Gimme a savage that loves me to death
^^^^SAMEEEEEEEEEE.
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“I grew up in a poor neighborhood on the north side of the city. There was a lot of violence. But I didn’t feel the color of my skin very much back then. Even the whites in my neighborhood were poor. We all lived in the same way and everyone seemed equal. My mother always encouraged me to study hard so I could leave the neighborhood. She worked as a maid for a rich family, and she wanted me to live a life like theirs. Eventually I graduated college, got a good job, and moved to a wealthier neighborhood in the south part of the city. I do feel safer— just like I imagined. But I never expected to feel so unwelcome. It can be hard to make friends. I’ve been called names. I’m made to feel the color of my skin more than I ever did growing up.”
(Rio de Janeiro, Brazil)
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