Hello! You are reading a story of the 9-year-old Mykyta Levchenko. I was asleep in my bed when a russian rocket flew into our house. That horrible night took me, my grandma, and my grandpa. 

What do I tell you about myself? How do you squeeze an entire in a few paragraphs? My dad and I often went fishing. I first picked up a fishing rod when I was 3. Everything interested me and I wanted to try everything - kayaking, horse riding, pottery, volleyball, swimming, guitar, and, of course, cooking. I could make the tastiest barbecue in the world - my family was so proud of me and praised me for that. With all these hobbies I still had time for school. I was a responsible student. I always stood up for anyone who was bullied. My family had an active lifestyle. We went on trips, to the seaside. We invited our friends to join us, we liked to pass time with fun. 

Sometimes my dad took me with him to work. He is a builder. One time while running around the unfinished houses with him, carrying hammers, little planks, and nails, I told him that in the future I would like to be a builder like him. 

We were preparing for my first serious jubilee - in November 2022 I should have turned 10. Dad asked me what I would like for my birthday. I told him I wanted a telescope to look at the stars. Now I'm up there among them. 

I have my dad and mom left. After my death my parents feel as if they are living inside of a nightmare. They would like to wake up but they can't.