Everything is just going down hill, my mother is sick, we have no where to live we are still living in this tent. If only my father would've not left, mother wouldn't have been sick, and we would'd had a house. My father left me as soon as he figured out my mother, Mary Pierre was pregnant with me, I guess he wasn't ready for a baby, I don't even know my fathers name, but i have a feeling my mother named me Ivy for some reason. Every night i dream of going to school, i see all the little kids, walking to their schools, with bags on their back that their mother made for them, and holding paper pallets, and everything. But, my mother is way too ill, to even take care of herself, so imagine her trying to take care of me. I usually feed my mother, and bathe her, and give her something to drink. I collect water from this river, and soak towels in the water so i can bathe my mother. I love my mother to death, and if anything would happen to her i wouldn't know what to do with myself.
I always have to ask for forgiveness because i usually have to take food from peoples trash can, because theres no other way i could get food i have no money. But i plan on trying to find a job, whenever i turn 12. No matter how hard i have to work, no matter how much they pay me, I will work my hardest anything to earn a bit of money.
It's the next morning, the beautiful sun shines on my face, I look at my mother she is still sleep. I get up and tippy toe out of the tent, quiet as a mouse. I grab the bucket i always use, to collect water, I head out to the lake, I look for something that looks, like a berry bush maybe. I start searching through the trees , and the bushes but, I don't really see anything. Until I move this big tree branch out of the way, I see a bunch of berries, and all types of stuff. I hurry up and grab my bucket, and start pulling off all the berries, I make sure there is no bug's on it. I carry the bucket all the way to the lake, after I am done picking berries, and I start washing the berries off, to get any dirt off. I carry the bucket all the way back to the tent, and show my mother what i've found. My mother is very surprised of what i have found. But she isn't happy I left with out her. She says ''Ivy there is too many dangerous people out there, for you to be walking around you should be more careful, of what you do''. I thought she would be happy, that i bought home some fruit, instead of some hard bread, and used water bottles. She looks at me with a stern look on her face, and says ''Ivy DON'T YOU DARE GO OUT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION''. ''Yes, mother'' as i look down and nod my head. ''Now why don't you, try some of your berries you have here''? I try some of the berries they are so sweet, and tart at the end. ''MHHH THEY'RE SO GOOD'' I replied, ''Mother Mother why don't you try some''? She nods her head, ''Ivy i am too sick to even eat any of that'' Now let me rest......
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God's Plan
General Fiction11 year old, Ivy Pierre is living on the streets with her mother, Mary Pierre. She has no father because he left her ,and her mother when he found out she was pregnant with me. I take care of my mother because she is ill, and we have no money...
