tittyinfinity

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign:

[tittyinfinity]

From Omar:

“I sleep next to the pain… and I wake up to fear.”

I don’t live… 😭😭💔

I just breathe, between shock and disappointment.

I had a simple dream: to get my father out of hell, to see him breathe outside the rubble, to treat him…

I collected money with difficulty. Every euro weighed heavily on me, as if I were cutting it from my own flesh… 💔😭

But I lost everything.

I lost the money… and after that, I lost all sense of security.

But life wasn’t enough.

It was as if she told me: There is still more we can lose from you.

My wife… 💔

The woman we had only been married for a few months…

The one who used to put my hand on her belly and say to me: “Here is our baby.”

She turned before me into a writhing body, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear.

Every night she screams in pain… and I have nothing for her.

The cyst on the ovary is the size of 7 centimeters... the doctor said, without batting an eyelid. "Dangerous to the mother and the fetus... She could bleed... She could lose the ability to have children forever... You could lose the baby... and you could lose her." I heard nothing after these words.

It was as if the earth had abandoned me.

It was as if the whole world had withdrawn from around me, leaving us both to drown alone...

She cries in pain, and I cry for her... but in silence, because I don't want her to collapse.

I am a man. They say we don't cry...

But my heart cries every moment, as I place my hand on her belly and plead with an unborn child:

"Don't go... don't leave us..."

My father is dying... 💔😭

My wife is in pain... 😭

My son is in danger of never seeing the light...

And me?

I stand in the middle, scared, hungry, broken, helpless, like someone waiting for an end they know is coming, but don't know who they'll lose first.

Will I lose my father?

Or my wife?

Or my son?

Or myself?

Or all of them at once?

No one feels for me.

No one sees the night Where I sleep, placing my hand on her belly to reassure myself that the baby is still there.

No one hears her crying in pain, while I tell her, "Be patient," while my insides collapse.

I don't want anything from this world...

Only for my wife to stay alive...

For my child to be born and cry his first cry in my arms...

For me to hold my father's hand and tell him, "We survived, even if just for a little while..."

But all of this slips away from me, as if I'm chasing a mirage in a desert of cruelty.

And every day... I lose more... I fear more... I collapse more...

And no one listens. 😭😭 Please donate through my new campaign so I can raise money to save my child and try to reach my goal. 😭🙏🏻 Here's the link to my campaign: