I walked over to the rotted bench and stared at my daughter with tear filled eyes. Today is the seventeenth day that I have forced my five year old daughter to live on the streets with me. I know that my baby does not understand what we are going through and why we now live like we do but I love her so much..I also know that it is so unfair for me to make her live on the streets like I am doing but I need her with my right now.. I know that I could call her father and ask him to keep her until times get better for me, but I don't want him to take her from me. HHmmmm...
More..Valarie Topp
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