My name is Samantha, and I never thought I’d have to write something like this. I’m a mother first, and all I want is to keep my child safe.

My husband and I both work full-time—he earns $1,400 a month, and I make $960—but our rent is $3,000. We’ve stretched every dollar, skipped meals, and still came up $2,000 short this month.

When the landlord’s notice arrived, I felt my heart sink. Last night, I watched my child sleeping, clutching a stuffed toy, and I couldn’t stop the tears. How do you explain to a child that they might lose their home?

We’re not giving up. We’ve already started searching for a smaller, cheaper place. I just need help to get through this month—to keep a roof over us until we can stand on our own again.

Your kindness could be the reason my child still has a safe place to sleep tomorrow.