Home of Hope in Lviv, Ukraine needs your support
"...but they never showed up. Eventually, I stopped waiting."
VICTORIA, 27
My parents sent me to a boarding school* when I was seven. They promised to take me home every weekend, so I stood outside waiting every Friday. It seemed they would open the door the next second and pick me up in their arms. How could I not believe my mother? But weekend after weekend passed, and they never showed up.
Eventually, I stopped waiting.
Sometimes, they would come to visit me. Every time that happened, I expected to be taken away for at least a few days. I just wanted to go home, and it didn’t matter to me that they were drinking vodka, smoking, and cursing each other for whole days. I craved nothing more than just to go home – to my mom and baba, whom I loved so much.
But that never happened.
I lived in a boarding school for 11 slow, difficult, painful years. I still have this pain in my heart – how could they leave me and not even think of me? I lived the paradox of being an orphan with living parents, forced to fend for myself even for basic school supplies, resorting to work after sixth grade just to afford a pen and notebook. Then, my parents started talking to me, mainly to find out when I got my salary. They were only interested in my hard-earned money.
In 2015, I finished the 11th grade and had to leave the school. I knew about Home of Hope but harboured reservations about residing among nuns. Yet, God always leads us to a better place – that’s how I walked through the doors of Home of Hope on June 31, 2015.
Here, I learned everything my family had not taught me: cooking, cleaning, having faith, praying, thanking God and always hoping for the best.
I appreciate this place for being safe and not judgmental. No matter what time I returned home, I always knew they were waiting for me. I could write a few more pages about funny and not-so-funny stories, exciting learning experiences and trips the Sisters organized for us, and many other things. But I just want to thank them and all the good people who taught me to love, believe, and hope.
On October 20, 2018, my dear Sisters married me to my beloved husband, Maryan.
Home of Hope will forever remain in my heart; I bow in thanks to all who create and maintain this extraordinary place.
*Apparently, you don’t have the same type of schools in Canada. This kind of boarding school is not a fancy private one. It’s a government-run school where parents who don’t want their children anymore can get rid of them.
Victoria, 27
SISTER VERONIKA KHYTRA, SSMI,
DIRECTOR OF HOME OF HOPE
"You make lives of these girls normal."
As the war persists, its presence has become entirely woven into the fabric of Home of Hope’s daily life. Where there’s a siren, there’s a prayer; where there’s shelling, there’s Hope.
Updates from the Home detailing the achievements of our girls are juxtaposed with reports from the occupied territories. Images of newborns belonging to our former residents mix with invitations to the funerals of friends from the frontline. This is how life goes on now.
The life of Home of Hope goes on, too. Our doors stay open, made possible through your unwavering support. We express our gratitude to you, and to God for opening your hearts to us as we continue our mission. Love, hope, and faith can save the world.
I’m not sure how much you know about our mission in Lviv, except that it is a place for girls in difficult life circumstances and at a vulnerable age. Today, I want to share with you what these words truly mean.
Among our girls are those who have been self-reliant since the tender age of 12 – those who became orphans despite having living parents. It is scary to even think about it, but “status orphans” (children who have lost their parents) have at least financial support from the state. Orphans with living parents have nothing but extreme amounts of pain and the hope of being loved one day.
Some of the girls have loving parents, but had to flee from the war, or financial difficulties do not allow them to settle in a new city where they come from little villages to study. They are looking for a supportive community in order to enter adulthood in a warm environment, learn to interact, find lifelong friendships, and open their hearts to God.
Each girl has her own motivations. Yet our singular aim remains consistent: cultivating a sanctuary of safety, familial warmth, and domestic tranquillity. We want to be their Home, not an institution, and we do everything we can to provide that loving place.
We recognize that our girls are still children yearning for the tender embrace of maternal love – longing for the luxury of sleeping in, relishing freshly prepared meals, and feeling shielded from harm. The luxury of living a normal life, having clothes and food, going out to the theatres, hiking, exploring, having tutors and classes for their talents’ development. These are luxuries they have been denied, their childhoods stolen away.
Yet, we stand by them, offering silent solace and attentive ears. At first, they romanticize and idealize their past lives. Then, they jest about their transient homelessness. But eventually, as trust blossoms and fear subsides, they begin to share their stories with candour and vulnerability…
Sister Veronika Khytra, SSMI, Director of Home of Hope
Your generosity makes an incredible difference. Today, your impact is even greater than you may imagine!
It costs $100 every day to run Home of Hope. So for $100, you are giving 19 girls stability, confidence, security, and a warm and loving home for an entire day. Your love can become flour for varenyky, a bus ticket to school, fresh bedding, a visit from a therapist, a hearty meal, and many other essential things that will give the girls a normal life under abnormal circumstances.
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It was a long month under fire, without any means of civilization or communication. I don’t want to describe this month in detail because it causes too much pain…
On March 17, 2022, I managed to leave the city, thanks to my neighbours. The road was extremely tough, long and dangerous. So, I ended up in Lviv, where I continued my studies. Now, I am a student at the Lviv College of Music, majoring in violin, and I plan to study at the Kyiv Music Academy after.
I am incredibly grateful to the donors who support Home of Hope because, thanks to you, I can take additional lessons from tutors to enroll in the academy.
I have a good relationship with my family, I miss them a lot. My dad worked at the Chornobyl Nuclear Power Plant and is now retired. My older sister is a theatre critic, and the younger one is preparing to enter a sports college.
I am grateful to the Home of Hope for creating a sense of security, peace, and comfort for me. After moving here, I noticed that I became more responsible, got rid of deep anxiety, and gained peace in my heart.
The opportunity to live in the Home is a great gift for me. I imagined it as a harsh monastery, but it turned out to be the warmest place after back home. Thank you, Sisters and donors, for this ministry!"
Alice, 18
"I spent the first month of the war in the city where I was born – Mariupol."
