My home is on the streets. No where warm, dry, or comfortable to sleep at night. Most of the time we sleep at different houses. Mom always has bruises. Life isn't easy in a city like Seattle. I'm Ruby, and this is my story.
The hustling and bustling of Pike Place Market was overwhelming as I was trying to keep up with mom. We were pushing our way through the crowd, I didn't know what for... I looked out at the dock, the fog was low on this wet and cold Sunday afternoon. This is how Seattle usually is. Eventually I looked up and had realized that I lost my mom while looking in awe at the pier. In a panic, I looked over and was rushing around. She's all I have, she may not be the best mom, but she's better than nothing, I guess. I frantically search around for her bright red hoodie and light-wash ripped jeans. I eventually spot her and rush to her side. She didn't even notice I was gone. She whispers "He was supposed to be here by now." I say "Who?" She doesn't reply. I eventually see a 1997 BMW 5-Series pull up at the curb. Mom jumps in and waves her hand for me to join her. The man in the front seat says "My place is 20 minutes out." Mom nods. I ask mom "Where are we going?" She says "This nice man is going to let us stay at his house."
We get there, you walk in and a fog of cigarette and marijuana smoke hits you. This smell is familiar. I want to get out of here, I'm tired of not having a house that you look forward to going home to every night, a house where there is laughter and it always smells like freshly baked cookies.
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Seattle Sidewalks
General FictionA girl, abandoned by her mother at age 11, struggles to live on the streets of Seattle until her life is turned around by faith.
