Hi, I`m Artemko. I`m now forever 1 year and 7 months old. I died in Kryvyi Rih in my home when our building was struck by a Russian rocket. My mom and dad were with me. Now they are gone and so is our neighbor. And in a few days, another man that lived in our building also died in the hospital. Our apartment is gone together with our whole block. 

My parents had two boys: me and my older brother Maksym. When mom and dad found out that they were going to have me they were so happy. While Maksymko was very jelaous. But everything changed when I was brought home, my brother became my best friend! When our parents needed help he could always look after me and entertain me. It came in handy when the three of us – my brother, mom, and I lived abroad. We escaped there temporarily fleeing from the war. I was very little at that time, not even a year old.

My dad was waiting for us at home. Oh, I was so happy to see him when we came back! Of course, I loved my mommy too but everyone called me a daddy`s boy. I even looked like him. 

Before my arrival, my parents and Maksym used to often go camping, fishing, and to the seaside. After that mom had to stay with me. But we should have restored this family tradition as soon as I was old enough. I wanted to learn how to ride a bike so badly. Dad taught Maksym and they often cycled together. In a few years, I should have joined them. 

On the day we died, my brother wasn`t home. The day before he had gone to stay with our Grandma. Although we usually went down to the shelter when it was dangerous that morning we stayed in our apartment. Now, mom, dad, and I are Maksym`s guardian angels.