Mother and daughter live in a surprising container

Lulú, a young mother, turned her challenges into creativity by transforming a 15-square-meter shipping container into a cozy

home for herself and her daughter. After becoming pregnant, she could no longer afford rent, even while working full-time,

which also limited time with her child. Choosing quality time over a demanding schedule, Lulú used just $4,000 to turn the

container into a livable space—adding a porch, garden, kitchen window, and even expanding it with a trailer for an extra room.

Her daughter now has her own space to play and grow. Reflecting on her journey, Lulú says, “When you don’t have money, it’s

better to be creative. It’s about how we choose to spend the hours of our lives.

” Her story is a powerful reminder of resilience, resourcefulness, and love

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