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My dad called and said he couldn’t reach my mom. Her phone was still on. I started calling her too, and also couldn’t get through.
My mom worked as a cleaner at Comfy. Not for very long — 6 to 8 months, definitely less than a year. Before the mall, she’d worked as a foreman at a factory. Then she got tired of the factory and decided to leave. So she moved to the mall.
Amstor was the largest shopping center in Kremenchuk. My mom worked in exactly the section where the rocket hit. On the right side. Some Comfy employees still haven’t been found.
It was a normal day. My mom went to work at 7 a.m. There were no premonitions. My mom isn’t afraid of air raid alerts or explosions either. She was basically never afraid of anything.
During the siren, I was at home. Around 4 p.m. I heard 2 explosions, went out to the balcony, and saw clouds of smoke beyond the bridge. I didn’t immediately realize it was the mall. We thought the train station had been hit — it’s 500 meters from Amstor. Or the oil refinery — they usually hit the refinery.
After Dad’s call, my sister and I took a taxi, picked up our godmother, and drove to Amstor. There was smoke, territorial defense, ambulances, police.
There are three of us sisters. I’m the middle one. The eldest is Anya — she has a daughter, Polychka, 4 months old — and the youngest is Lena, she’s 17. We left our sister with our godmother at the mall, and Dad and I went to search the hospitals. We drove around the hospitals, then the police called and asked us to give a DNA sample. We arrived, gave the sample, and they sent us home, because there was absolutely nothing to do at the hospitals.
Right now they’re clearing the rubble, pulling people out, and possibly identifying them, but I don’t know for sure. They’ll call us if there’s news. We went to the hospital today to check — there was no update.
At first, there was fear. But then I realized that my dad needs me and I have to support him. I’m a psychologist. I know how to do this properly. My fear and all my feelings switched off. That’s how I’m holding it together. And I’m supporting my sisters. It’s hard for Dad — I’ve booked him an appointment with a psychologist.
Before the publication of this material, we received a message from Dasha:
Going for DNA 1:33 PM
Mom is not alive 1:33 PM
