It’s easy to forget things sometimes like the fact that just five years ago, I was living in the van that’s now gathering dust in my driveway, that whenever I’d go in for job interviews and scribble a random address on the form, that I might be the luckiest person in the world.
Slowly, she pulled the door open, climbed onto the cracked leather seat, and looked around. Suddenly, overcame by a wave of emotions as memories flooded her brain, she began to cry.
“Mommy, are you okay?” A small voice asked.
Wiping her tears, she smiled, “Yes, Mommy’s okay.”
This is Another Story 
Aww, such an emotional tale. Yay for her life improving.
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Sounds like things are looking up for her.
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It seems she’s left those difficult times behind and moved onwards and upwards. A poignant piece indeed.
Here’s mine!
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Been there, done that… well, most of my life between 1979 and 1986. It was hard. Made me a hard person at times, especially with housing issues.
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Nice that she survives and flourished. Nice take.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Very emotional and great that she can look on those times as well and truly passed now.
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I am glad the tone changed positive by the end.
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Homelessness can be traumatizing and leave people with PTSD. I’m glad she and her daughter aren’t living in the van anymore.
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I’m glad too. 🙂
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