The move

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Some days are good days, some days are bad. The wet, cold outdoors drip on my bare back. I am all by myself; it’s just me, the cold world and the street corner. Sometimes I dream I will go live with the rich and someone will take me in as their own. The only rich famiIy know are the Jones and they have another baby on the way. In fact today Sarah the oldest is coming over to give me food as she does every Sunday. It is very hard for me to find food sometimes I will only find a piece of bread. “Hey Teresa” Sarah says as a look at the warm baked bread she holds. “I brought you a full meal” Sarah says very kindly. Well that is very sweet of you. “You don’t look good today” Sarah says. Well I haven ate in the past 3 days. “O my well why don’t you come to my house for the night instead of the street corner” Sarah said. Well I guess I could I mean there is nothing else to do. “Yes yes come on”! as I walk in the majestic, beautiful house I realize that they have 10 rooms. Wow your house is amazing. “Thanks Jenna Sarah’s mom said”. “Honey where do you live”? Jenna said. Umm well just on the corner for new. “O honey you shouldn’t be out there all by yourself why don’t you stay with us for awhile”. That would be great, but don’t you have enough kids? “Don’t worry about that you can stay with us just like you were one of my kids”! Like I said some days are good and some days are bad, and it happens to be the best day of my life!





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