My husband is always the one to throw out a bag of stale chips or dinner leftovers I put in the fridge on Monday and let stay there for a week.

Do you know why?

I simply can’t do that.

🌾I carry one of the deepest wounds that all Ukrainians share: a collective, transgenerational trauma caused by the intentional starvation of the Ukrainian people in 1932-1933, known as Holodomor.

🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒The impact of the Holodomor extended beyond the immediate survivors. Children born to those who lived through the famine often grew up in environments marked by loss and hardship, and many families experienced a break in generational continuity.

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