‘HOMELESS AND HUNGRY’: THE SIGN HELD BY A HOMELESS WOMAN I TOOK IN, ONLY TO BE KICKED OUT OF MY OWN HOME THE SAME DAY

I didn’t argue. What was the point?

He grabbed his keys.

“And clean up properly today. I don’t want to come home to a mess.”

The door slammed shut behind him. I closed my eyes, feeling the lump in my throat grow.

I can’t do this anymore.

Without thinking, I grabbed my bag and slipped on my sneakers. The grocery store wasn’t far, and walking would clear my mind.

***

I stepped out of the grocery store, clutching my small bag of essentials, but my mind was elsewhere. The cool evening air brushed against my skin as I walked through the parking lot.

And then I saw her.

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