I remember when I read the first eviction notice that my mom was keeping from me. I was only 13 at the time; I didn’t yet understand what it meant.…

I remember when I read the first eviction notice that my mom was keeping from me. I was only 13 at the time; I didn’t yet understand what it meant. Then it was like an epiphany, I then knew that I was living in poverty. Every so often I recall finding eviction notices; I knew we were barely making it. It was my mom, my sister, and I. My sister had just been born less than a year ago, and it was getting more and more difficult. I had just started high school, a freshman that just wanted to fit in. There were some kids in the school that would come with the latest things in fashion and electronics. All I had were hand-me-downs and the things my mom could barely afford. I used to want to be so much like that, but I knew I wasn’t, yet I would sometimes pretend. I would deny it and act like I was one of them. I knew I had to do more for my family. I hadn’t heard from my father in years and it hurt. This was only the beginning of my struggle.
– Stefannie

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