Unbelievable

It was a mild summer day in June of 2004, the last day of third grade. I was overjoyed to start my summer vacation, but little did I know it would be far from a vacation. My mother looked into my innocent eyes, i could feel her fear like a thousand knives. She then became very serious and began to explain that we were going to have to live somewhere new. I could hear the confusion in her voice,  and I knew she had no idea what to do. She was thinking hard of her a relevant solution. She had no idea on the proper way to handle the situation. We then got into the old blue Plymouth , leaving St.Catherine's parking lot. I stared out the window at all my friends, playing, laughing, and planning the summer days ahead of them. It broke my heart. The van was filled with silence and uncertainty. We entered the city of Wilmington we pulled up to a large building, which sort of resembled a church. I thought to myself we are just going to mass, so that God can tell my mommy what do. He will take care of it, and afterwards mommy will drive to the beach. She won’t forget about our end of the school year tradition. She’s just playing a trick on me. We got out of the car and walked into the building but I soon realized that this was not God’s house; instead it was called Hope House III.  A petite woman greeted us and began to give us a tour. Was this like one of those boring museums? Why would mommy want to go here and not to the beach? She showed us each room of each floor, she showed us a large kitchen and told us the meal times throughout the day. Then we walked to the second floor and I saw children playing in what looked like a living room but much larger. There were mothers as well, uncomfortably waiting their turn to use the phone. Next, we walked up to the third floor, turning right into a long hallway. There were three doors, one was the bathroom and the other two were more than likely playrooms. My mother began to nervously bite her nails, as the woman opened the door to the playroom. Then, The woman said “and this is your room ill let the two of you get settled” and she left closing the door behind her. Tall ceiling, two bunk beds and two closets. My mother looked at me and said "this is where we will be staying for a while until I can figure things out."