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My Life by:Lunia Supplice


In a family of 8 there is plenty love and hate money has always been a pain not knowing when your next meal is, definitely puts a strain with nobody to point the finger at, or even blame dad becomes sick, and mom is forced to quit tensions rise and the eviction notice plastered on our door forcing us to split nowhere to live or even to rest is this god putting us through a test no family to turn to they don't seem to exist when your in trouble they consider you a pest so they shun you out just like the rest you move in with your folks in- lawsthinking they have your best intentions at heart but they quickly deceit and don't play their god given part Kicked out into the street no way to make ends meet have no choice to find comfort in the car there's no comparison up to par tears swell in my mothers eyes as she spends all night to cry as she pleas to god and questions why school is the next morning we wipe the tears from our eyes and we try to place a smile on our face like were alright but nobody knows where we actually slept that night Days turn into months and slowly becomes a year we finally get a new place and seems like a cure but the cost per month definitely drives someone to fear can we make it this time or will we again fumble and fall so as we look on towards moving again we definitely have god to call so he can help so us through and hopefully we can make it after all.
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