Chapter 4

1948 Words

Mama wasn’t much for feeling sorry for yourself. But damn! I will miss coming to TeenCare for sure. Not only for the food, but also for the company. Everyone who lines up outside their doors knows what it’s like to live on the streets. They understand what it feels like to wonder where your next meal is coming from. They’ve been there—sleeping under a highway overpass when it’s pouring down rain and you do your best to try and catch a few zzz’s while not shivering too much. They get me. It’s a great place to come to not be judged. To not be invisible…. See, that’s the worst part of being homeless—being invisible. People on the streets of downtown Seattle (and other places, too, I imagine) can just walk right by you as if you weren’t there. That’s one of the hardest things. That you don

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