Every night when the sun goes down and the stars twinkle, I dream. I wonder. I sleep.
I do not have a comfy mattress with fluffy pillows and silk eye covers. But I sleep.
I rest on an extra piece of cardboard from Wonderbread Co. I cover myself with a knitted blanket to keep me warm.
I’m not that different. I've grown up in this generation. I have an ordinary education.
I grew up in New York City. My mother's name was Teresa. She worked as a cashier. She had curly brown hair. My dad's name was George. He was an amazing elementary school teacher who was born to educate. He loved my mother and I with all his heart. He was a broad bodied man with honey colored hair and brown, earnestly pure eyes. Above all, my father was an inspiration to me. He was everything that I wanted to be when I
grew up.
I was pouring myself a glass of milk when the call came. My Mother's eyes immediately poured with tears.
I never could have thought that the last time I would see my dad would be him dropping me off. Waving and telling me to have a wonderful day.
Now I am sitting on the sidewalk, watching happy children walk by laughing.
A woman with her two daughters in pink bows and floral dresses.
Two teenage boys quickly dash by on their skateboards.
All of these people have minds occupied with dreams as well, and voices to speak whatever they please.
I once too could have an unlimited imagination of a great future without a thought of doubt in my mind.
A tall man wearing a suit approaches me. Black glasses. A man with good intentions. He has bags under his eyes. A worried expression. His shoes are shiny. He was wearing a red tie with stripes.
"Excuse me, do you have a minute? I'm writing a story. I'd like to hear the point of view of the homeless. I really want to learn about different perspectives. If you have time, it would be great if I could interview you right now because my dead line is tomorrow. Oh, by the way my name is George."



1 in 45 children are homeless in the United States.
I have a dream, that all people in this world deserve a home.