My Dad Made Me Sleep In Street Like A Homeless
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Oh, hi guys! My name is Alex and I`m 14. I want to tell you about a couple of events that completely changed my life. It all started couple years ago, when my parents were getting a divorce, and my mom said that my father wouldn't have the right to see me after that.
I have to say, I totally expected something like this to happen. My parents were fighting all the time. Actually, they had been fighting for as long as I can remember. And, for me, they would always play good cop, bad cop. Mom would scold me for something, then dad would buy me ice cream and calm me down. But during their last fight, mom said she that was going to take custody away from my father and even forbid him from seeing me at all. The worst thing is that she would have done it. Dad didn't have a steady job, and he wouldn't have had a place to live after the divorce. So the court definitely would have taken away his custody of me.
The next day, my dad came to pick me up from school, and he said that we needed to talk. He told me that I had the right to choose who I wanted to live with, and then offered me the chance to go with him to another city, and start a new life. Of course, I agreed! At that time, my mother was the evil one that wanted to take my father away from me. So we packed up all of our necessary things and were about to leave when I asked, "Shouldn`t we tell mom that we`re leaving?" But dad assured me that he had already talked to her. So that's how I said goodbye to my home.
As we were driving on the highway dad told me what we are going to do. He said we would stay at his friend`s house for a week until he found a job, and then we'd rent an apartment, and find a school for me, and then we would deal with all the divorce and custody stuff. Sounded like a plan. Dad was energetic and wound up, and his enthusiasm rubbed off on me. I felt like we would be fine. So I closed my eyes and fell asleep, preparing for something new in my life.
We arrived at the house of my father's friend after the sun had set. But unfortunately, he couldn't let us stay with him. He had a family, and obviously there would've been too many of us in the house. Eventually I found out that my dad didn't even bother asking beforehand if his friend would be able to host us. It was late and we were tired, so dad decided that we would stay at a hotel. This didn`t fit into our plan, because staying in a hotel is pretty expensive, and dad had no job. For several days my father went to interviews in search of work. Unfortunately, each time he returned sad - he kept getting turned down over and over again. And soon the moment came. Dad said we were running out of money, and we couldn't afford to stay in a hotel anymore. He tried to stay positive, and convinced me that everything was gonna be alright. But, in reality, we had to live out of our car. It was terribly uncomfortable, but it was necessary in order for us to save money. Day after day we were wandering around the city looking for work. And things kept getting worse and worse.
And after one night, I completely lost my enthusiasm. We were running out of gas, and dad came up with a plan. We drove into some kind of parking lot. Dad said he needed my help. He took a can and a hose and rigged up something to drain the gas from someone else's car, and I had to stand watch. After a few minutes, I heard a man yelling, "Hey, what are you doing over there?!" Damn! I didn't notice him, and now he was running toward us. We started to run away, but he was catching up with us. Dad said that he'd hold him, and to meet later at the mall nearby. In fear, I just ran in a random direction, and a second later I heard the sound of a falling canister. I was scared to even think about what was happening to my dad. Ten minutes later, I was sitting on a bench in the mall, out of breath. Soon my father came. Oh my God, he looked terrible. His clothes were dirty, his jacket sleeve was torn, and his face had a huge bruise. It was awful! It turned out that the guy who was chasing us was a parking lot security guy, and he wanted to detain my father, but thankfully he was able to escape. Ok, dad was fine, but now all our stuff was in the car, and there was no way to get to it, `cause the security guy had probably called the police. So we had no money, no food, no water, and no place to sleep. We walked through the empty streets, hungry and tired. Not to mention that I hadn't showered in five days. Soon I was just falling over my own feet, and dad said we were going to spend the night in the park, and that tomorrow we'd figure something out.
Dad woke me up and said an unexpected phrase: "Son, I have great news!"
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