We got our out date today. We’re to be booted out of here by December 28th. Not even before until the end of the year are we welcome. I’m worried…I’m worried our car won’t be up and running before we’re put out. It broke down while we were here and now I’m worried we’ll be put out before the car can be fixed. What I don’t understand is why, if my mother’s willing to work, and is looking for a job, why can’t they at least try to help us before we go. But that’s not important to them, what’s important is getting us out before the new year to have a whole new set of people before the new year so they can get more money. Like I said before, I’m not a person here, here I’m not much more than a lump in their bed.
So what’s going to happen on December 28th? Where are we going to go? What’s going to happen with my school?
I think what makes me the most unsettled is we’ve only been here like a month. The other girl my age has been here since August, and her and her mom’s out date is in February. The other girl around my age’s out date is also just around the corner. Her out date is the 2nd of January. On top of all this, a woman, who looks to be around 80 or so, was just offered a choice of two houses. So let’s kick the women with the children into the streets and hope they have a place to go, but the little old lady, WHO, by the way, has been stealing drinks from everyone else’s soda’s, needs a place now. Sounds right to me!
Yeah.
No.
They also were giving out gifts to the mothers to give to their children. You know what they told my mother I should have? Felt color in pictures. Yeah. That sounds age appropriate for a 14 going on 15-year-old. An artist at that. Not that I don’t appreciate the idea of giving and all, and am thankful for the thought, I’d have really enjoyed an empty sketch book on the other hand. So I gave it to the little girl in the bed next to me.
Now I’d like to say, for the record, there are things I’m thankful for this Holiday season. My mother, she’s been doing the best she can with nothing. I’m thankful for my friends, as far away as they may be they’re occasionally still there when I need them. A bed to sleep in. Getting into that nice school. Having my good health, and so on and so forth, I don’t take for granted anything good in my life. Not only that but I realize things could be a lot worst. especially since we’re looking at life in Africa, which if you place my life story next to a child in Africa’s I still seem spoiled. I don’t take for granted the fact that I still, despite everything, have a great life.
I’m just wishing for life to be a little better. I know that once I get a home…I’ll never take it for granted again. Because the hardest thing about living in here is I just wanna go home…where ever that may be…but that’s not an option right now.
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