My life was great. I had a big house, three decent meals each day, and we were a happy family: me, my older sister, my mom, and my dad. Then, things went downhill. My sister was diagnosed with cancer. My family gave up almost all of our money trying to save her. Three years ago, we lost her during her fight with cancer and we were broke.
I am a homeless teenager and I live with my parents in a van. I go to school, but I might drop out in the future so I can work to support my parents’ and my health. When I am at school, I feel as if I am an outcast. I have different clothes, people ignore me, and no one wants to be around me. They make it seem as if they are scared of me. The other students at school think I am homeless because there is something wrong with me, and that makes me upset, angry, and frustrated. I only want to be treated fairly like others without them judging me on where I spend my nights.
During my three years of being homeless, I think that homeless shelters with food and warmth should be more convenient and available for the homeless! It is difficult to find one when you rarely access to the internet.
My family constantly struggles to feed the three of us and keep us warm during the cold weather. We usually have one meal a day, and we keep the rest of our money to pay for gasoline (to keep the van warm). We don’t have much more money to keep it that way, and I am scared for what will happen in the future. My family needs money. I want the government to create a system where people who are wealthier can loan money to the homeless. Once we find a house and a job, we can pay them back.
Daphene W.
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