Personal Narrative: Becoming Homeless

God forbid if my family became homeless. The realization of what actually happens in the real world didn’t hit me until one day, after I came home from school, I was in eighth grade at that time, my mom was sitting in an unusual posture in the living room, as if she was contemplating something in deep thought. I walked past her, went to the kitchen where I ate my food already prepared for me and when I was done I came over to my mom and talked about what she was so flustered in thought. What she told that very moment made me stone cold with fear and shock. My mom said that the house is on the brink of foreclosing and if we don’t get the money to pay for it the house will go away and we will have to go somewhere else. I had no idea how to react
to this frightening news but shed tears slowly down my worried face. My mom said I would have to work to earn what ever amount of money it would take to keep the house safe and in our hands. So it came upon me to work somewhere where I could make that money that would help us so greatly. So I chose this grocery store near our house where I could stock new merchandise like electronics, it wasn’t an exciting time, almost redundant at most but what my mom told before kept me motivated and determined to work as long as possible to earn that money. For a month I worked there and I would often hope that the money was already in the house and that I wouldn’t have to keep doing this for long. That one month working at the local grocery store taught me you can’t take things for granite, and it taught me that hard work can keep me out of despair and keep me in the right direction.