It was a beautiful day. Like all others. Sun was out. Not a cloud in the sky. I got a call. She was evicted. Had no place to go. I thought as fast as I could. What to do? How can I help her? I gave her my home number. I gave her my house. I gave her a place to stay. Only until she found somewhere else. I thought? What have I gotten myself into. It was all apart of her plan. Stop paying rent. Get kicked out. Go to a friends house. Procrastinate. Mooch. What do I tell her? How do I tell her? This isn’t a permanent residence. This isn’t your new home. Fight for what you had. Fight to stay in youre old place. She shakes her head in disagreement. Bad memories. Negative energy. After all her mother passed. Bitersweet memories of the two of them in the apartment. She wanted to leave behind the past. She wanted a fresh start. As do I for her. But she cannot stay here. She has to find another place to go to. I love her. I want the best. But I cannot live with her. I have to be by myself. Without her. Focus on me. Selfish but true.Truth Hurts. If only I knew what she was going to do. Waiting for an answer. Hopefully the answer will come soon. Sooner than I think. Sooner than Later.
-Kaycee N. Alston
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