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🔴 I was so ashamed to ask for help... 🔴 My name is Camille Lefèvre. I'm 32 years old and I live in London, England, in a small rented flat. I'm a single mother. The father sometimes sends child support... when he remembers. Sometimes £120. Sometimes nothing. I work as a cashier at a supermarket. On my feet all day — sometimes 9 or 10 hours straight. Smiling at customers who spend £200-300, while I count every pound twice. Yes, I receive child benefits and a small amount of support. But until you raise a child alone — you don't really understand. Money is never enough. School. Clothes. Transport. Bills. Food. Rent for our small two-bedroom flat: £1,300 a month. Then electricity, water, insurance, groceries... And at the end of the month, almost nothing is left. Last month, Leonor's shoes were already too small. The sole was literally peeling off. She was standing in the hallway and whispered: — Mum... my classmates make fun of me. I smiled. I told her we would buy new ones. But I knew I
