When I was 9 years old I remember being homeless with my mother, sister and brother. My brother had a friend that took us in for the summer. It was probably the best summer of my life. My mom, sister and I all shared a bed in a room of our own, ate lots of good food, ate snacks that we had , hiding in our room. My brother stayed in with his friend. My mom and the parents of my brothers friend stayed up late talking and praying for people. Prior to that experience I have bits and pieces. I... Wanting To Be Free
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