I Remember That Day...

It really bothers me that till this day my mother is still homeless. My mother lives in a homeless shelter in Maryland. This was the only shelter that she could find a spot in that the Veterans office in D.C. could get her in just for temporarily. My mother has been living in this shelter for about four months and to me it seems like it has been forever. Now, her time being at the home shelter is coming to an end in about two more weeks.

 I remembered the date like it was yesterday November 27, 2011. That was the day that my brother and I dropped my mother off at the homeless shelter for the first time ever and it broke my heart completely. I never thought I’d have to witness my mother living in a shelter. The only good thing about my mother living in a shelter is that she had roof over her head and is not living in the streets, which is a complete blessing.

The sad part about it was that it had been the first that my mother and I had ever been apart from each other and I knew it was going to kill my mom just as much as it was killing me. I felt like a part of me was being taken away that’s how close my mother and I are. It was tough for me not being around my mom every day and not being able to see her like I was use to seeing her. I rarely ever get to see my mother now. I only see her about twice every two weeks or if that.

When I do get to see my mother we try to spend as much time as week can with each other. But I do know greater days will come and my mother will eventually get back on her feet and start taking care of business because I know that she hates being away from us all the time when she used to be around us every single minute of the day. She tells me this all the time.