My mom was laid off of her nursing job almost two years ago now. It's been really hard for her to find a job. She applies for more and more jobs everyday. Trust me, I go through all of the stress and melancholy of it.
People say "Well, your life seems alot better than mine". You're not me, and I'm not you. You can't tell me what my life is and isn't, and I can't say the same to you.
Today after I got picked up from Carissa's house my mom took us straight to the Lake Stevens Food Bank, to get Christmas Baskets. It was hard for me to see all of the volunteers and Cub Scouts helping food into peoples cars. Those people had enough food and free time to give to volunteering, where we don't even have enough gas money to make it to the Library.
I wish, and hope, and pray every night that my mom gets a really good paying job (or either wins the million dollar lottery:).
You think you know me and my life, but you don't. Don't judge. But don't underestimate me, either. Everything that's happened to me made me everything I am.
I do wish I could change some things in my life, but I also love it <3
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