For years, my family and I have lived in a temporary shelter that barely protects us from the elements. When the monsoon rains arrive, our roof leaks, and the earthen floor turns to mud. In the sweltering heat of summer, the lack of proper ventilation makes the small space suffocating. Living in such conditions is not merely a matter of discomfort; it is a constant threat to our health and safety. My children struggle to study by a flickering lamp, their books often dampened by the dampness of our walls. Poverty has stripped us of many things, but I refuse to let it strip my children of their safety and their future.