It was late at night, when I heard the doorbell ring. I hear my uncle talking to my mom, and by me being young I run downstairs to say hi to my uncle. My uncle had brought a friend over. He looked very strange so I said goodnight to them and ran back up stairs to go to sleep.
So the next day I wake up, and go downstairs to eat some breakfast. As I got downstairs I see someone laying down sleeping on the coach. So I go to my mom room and ask her who it was and she told me that the man that I had met last night is gonna be staying with us for a while because he had became homeless. So I thought to myself This is gonna be weird for me and my sisters. So after she told me this I went up stairs to tell my brothers and sisters what was happening and they didn't really take thought into it.
~ 3 weeks living with this man ~
To me he was still a complete stranger. My mom seemed to have been dating him. My brothers seemed to have been cool with him since they strayed smoking with him. And my sisters seemed to have no problem, but I had the biggest problem. My mom had told us he Would soon be back on his feet after he had found a job. My question was Is he even looking for a job? All I've seen him do was sleep, smoke, and eat all our food up. I was tired of but I just acted as if nothing was really wrong because I knew eventually things would go back to normal.
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A Broken-Hearted Girl
Non-FictionThis is a story about a broken hearted girl. She has been through so much pain at such a young age. When you read this story you may shed a tear. But at the same time you will wanna know how she is dealing with her pain. As you read you may have som...
