Mom worked in Homerville, Georgia, a nearby podunk town. I didn’t know many people from there because most of my family lives in Valdosta, Georgia. My dad worked normally from six in the morning to three in the afternoon at Union Tank Car in Valdosta, with my uncle, his brother in-law. I was only fourteen at the time, and I probably would not have noticed anything wrong with my parents relationship because I never really got in their business. I was always playing Xbox with my friends or doing something with my …show more content…
I prayed constantly and I trusted in God that it would work out. I never knew what was in store for me. My biggest fear is that I would wind up in a foster home.Two or three weeks had passed, and one of my best friends, Bryce, knew my situation. He had talked to his parents about it, and they offered for me to stay with them. It was a very generous offer, and without a doubt I took it, because who would not want to live with one of their best friends right? This was going to be my third house within two years. I was tired of bouncing from house to house and feeling so unstable. The day I moved in, I never could have told you that in a year I would still be living there. Bryce’s family treated me like I was a part of their family.
My school life improved incredibly with the help of the stable place I was living. Today, I can honestly say that receiving the chance to live with Bryce is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. It is warm and comforting to know that I actually feel like I am apart of a family. I finally feel like I have a