I had a comfortable life in my own home, but when I I was forced to leave, I had to start from scratch.
I miss my little house, I miss my friends, my warm community I love.
I miss our little coffee, which we were hanging out and having our coffee there.
I came here by myself and my daughter and we are here alone. I'm watching her growing up in a safe place, learning a new language.
She's always thinking about Syria.