HOMELESS HAS A NAME...

After living in a hotel for about seven months to eight months after being evicted from our first house, my father finally was able to find a house that was for rent and was affordable for my mother, my two brothers and I. My father was the family financial provider. Although my father and my mother were divorced my mother was unemployed and therefore my father paid the rent. Often times I wondered why mother did not have a job and did not help contribute to the family and help my father. Some days I would ask myself, “Why doesn’t my mother have a job like normal parents do? She not sick, so what is stopping her from working?”

After living in the house for about a year we were then evicted again for unpaid rent. This was the second time this has happened. I began to feel very embarrassed of the situation because it always felt like were always making a transition and moving. It was ridiculous because it seemed like I was going to a new school and having to meet new people all the time. I just wanted to be in a stable environment and not having to worry about where my family and I are going to have to move to next.

Eventually, after being evicted the second time, my brothers and I moved with my father and my mother found a spot in a shelter. When I moved with my father it was probably the most uncomfortable transition I ever had to make. The reason why it was so uncomfortable was because it was not home and I knew that living with my father was just temporary. By me knowing that it was just temporary until my mother got on her feet and found a job, it made me feel as though I was still homeless. The reason why I felt like this was probably because my father was really never around and was not in our lives like parent should be.