We are just one family.
Doing the best we can.
A Mom, Dad and three kids. The oldest is in school, but just barely.
We hear about jobs, we work at anything. Anywhere.
We live in our old van.
But mostly we huddle together and try to figure out money for food. Money for gas. Where to park without getting
in trouble. Where to find work, and how to hide.
Hiding our homelessness has gotten harder, with Nicholas in school. He is acting up and the school authorities
have been asking questions.
We think that a relative or somebody has reported us. So, we have to be extra careful.
We just can’t talk to anybody.
It’s a whole new world for us, setting up fake addresses and all. But, we are learning how to get around.
Everyday we have to warn Nicholas not to talk to anybody or tell anybody anything.
If he does, he will break up the family and never, ever see us again.
So he is scared.
We are all scared. All of the time.
We go from one hour and one day to the next. Having lost hope a long, long time ago.
We can barely see tomorrow.
We are very sad.
We are really tired.
We are really alone.
We lost hope.