We Had No Food
- January 14th, 2012
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When I was younger, we moved to Alabama. We moved in with my grandpa and my young aunts and uncles. Everything was wonderful. I was able to play outside for hours just running around being a kid. I swung from tree to tree with a rope. I climbed up trees into tree houses, and I roamed the woods looking for black widows. For the first time we ate real food from the South. We had southern fried chicken, colored greens, and the most scrumptious corn bread you could ever eat. Life was better than I ever thought it could be.
My mom was able to get a real nice office job, and my step dad worked as a mechanic. They bought a two bedroom trailer that we all lived in. My brother, my sister, and I all stayed in one room, and my mom and step dad in the other room. It was o.k. That we were all crammed in one room because we were hardly ever there, but to sleep. I spent most of my days and nights at my grandparents playing with their kids in the beautiful outdoors. My life was full of fun, play, and warm sunshine.
Soon, like it always did, life became crap again. We didn’t go to my grandparents as much anymore, and we spent most of our time in the trailer. My step dad only worked a few days a week, and when he was home, he was supposed to take care of us. There were several times that we would go without eating all day until my mom got home. Sometimes we didn’t even get dinner. The only time we really ate was when we started going to school. We just didn’t have any food. The only real food recipes that I learned during that time were how to make Ramon noodles. My mom just couldn’t afford food, and we were dwindling to nothing.