I remember my grandma taking me to a food bank and us looking through the loaves of bread. I was about 5 or 6 or 7, I can’t remember much but things were a lot better back then when I was with my family, I miss them.  Every time I tried to get to know my mom she would leave me and my sisters, either going back to jail or running from the cops.  I’m pretty good at being on my own but now I’m even more alone than ever.  I don’t have clothes I wear my sister’s old stuff and Olivia’s clothes even if they don’t fit, it’s all I have.  I’ve been abused almost in every way… I thought that fate brought me here in this classroom so I can be helped.