When you walk down the block all you can see are cop lights flashing. You try to find away to feed your family. You walk into the house and see your mother at the table crying? you look down at the table! see a pink peace of paper sitting there. You look at your mother with a tear coming down your face telling her not to cry. your mother looks up too you and tells you she is sorry she tryed you tell her evrything is going to be okay. You keep ahold of her because you know that there is no other women that can hold you like her. A week goes by four big man come to the door "knock knock" my mother and i grabed the bags walking down the block. Your mother walking down the street crying thinking that this is he end. You look up too the sky and know that this is not the end because my higher power has biger and better things for US. Not today,tomorrow btu soon everything will fall into place.