My name is Sherika, and I’m a mother who’s just trying to hold it together right now.
A little while ago, I finally saved up enough to buy a car — something simple, just enough to take care of my kids. I found one through a buy-and-sell listing in Chicago and went to meet the seller like any hardworking mom trying to do right for her family.
But instead of driving home with a car…
I was robbed at gunpoint.
They took everything.
My money.
My hope.
My peace of mind.
I stood there in shock, helpless, scared, humiliated — and all I could think about was how I was going to tell my babies I couldn’t get them to school anymore.
Since that day, life has been almost unbearable.
• I’ve had to walk miles with my kids in the heat and the rain.
• I’ve missed job interviews and appointments that could’ve changed our lives.
• I’ve cried in silence, trying not to let my children see just how broken I feel.
There is nothing harder than looking your child in the eyes and not having an answer for why the world is so cruel. Nothing hurts more than feeling like you failed them when you tried so hard to get it right.
All I wanted was a way to drive my children to school. To be able to get groceries. To live like a normal mom. To give them a little stability in a world that keeps knocking us down.
Right now, I’m asking — no, I’m begging — for help.
Not for luxury. Not for extras. Just for a safe, working car that can get my family back on track.
If you can find it in your heart to help, even just a little, you will be helping a mother who refuses to give up. And if you can’t donate, please share this with someone who might be able to.
I don’t want to stay stuck in this pain. I just want to move forward — with hope, with strength, and with a way to give my children the life they deserve.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. And thank you for helping us find a way out of this.
