Stories

T’s Story

T

I’m 5 months old. It is a sunny day when my mommy takes me to the beach. We were not the only one that came to the beach, there were a lot of people. My mother put me down and said “my boy, I will come back now, going to buy something” and she walked away.

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K’s Story

K

I’m 6 months old. It’s New Year’s eve and very busy on the streets. We don’t have a house , because mom is on hard drugs, they call it sugars but it’s not so sweet as it’s sounds. Mom doesn’t have a job because of her drugs so she begs on the street to urn monies to pay for the drugs.

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