Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Wait... What?

This evening my mother called to tell me that she's going to start packing stuff up. I thought that was pretty vague. I asked why she was packing, and she told me that they're probably going to have to leave the house pretty soon.

I knew things were bad, but I never knew it was that bad. They're going to take our house, and my parents are going to be homeless. I'm not going to have anywhere to go back to. The house I grew up in, that has so many memories, and has always been a part of my life is just gone.

But what did she tell me? Not to worry.

How do I not worry about the fact that I have no home anymore?