The Way Out

The Beginning

          While the sun rises,And the child cry's. When we walk down the street too go drop Haley off at school. Haley was crying "No No I don't want to go" Haley yelled
"I'm sorry I don't have enough money to not let you go after we lost your father..."
" Please I don't want to work for them they are so rude. Please,"
"I'm sorry ,"  I said while I walk away from the school. I turned my head and saw Haley crying. "I hate living here,I hate living here," I repeat in my head while seeing her crying.

When I got to my house I heard crying from Kahlua rooms. I hate how I brought here into this place. Living here is the worst I want to know what it's feels like to be on the other side I want to know. I knew people that tried to get out of this place and only seen a few make it out alive...but their family's they got the hard part. But if I bring all three of us we could probably make it out alive all together. But the chances we make it out the freezing water we have to go in. But if we could we would be free.
No time to think about that I have to go to work if I want them to live.So I headed to work.

After I got done with my job I went to the school to pick Haley up. When I got there she ran out crying. "Mom,Mom, Please don't ever let me go back there " she said while she running to grab my leg to hug.
" I'm sorry I can't I don't have enough money to do it. Let's just go home ok"
"Ok..."
When we make it home kahlua was sitting on the floor playing with some toys that her father made her.I sat down on a chair thinking what ti make them with the food we have. "Hey what would you like ti have tonight" I ask Haley while she looking for something to do.
"I don't know what do we have?"
"Well we have-" I stop talking while I look at an empty fridge.
"What do we have?" Haley ask
"We have nothing-" I said sad while I saw the empty fridge
" Well then go buy some more"
" You know the store is closed and I don't think I have enough money for all of us"
" It's fine I guess we can go the night without eating " Haley said. The sun was setting when I got kahlua to sleep. "Why don't I get out" my mind says while I got into my bed.

In the morning I walk passed the photo of Kim Jong-un. And I remember it like it was yesterday how my husband died. There was a fire and he was the only one up Haley was around 2 and I was expecting kahlua. He saved us before the photos. He broke a law for us. He knew if he saved those stupid photos he would be fine,but he didn't. I wish I could just throw away the photos, but I can't. I punched the wall next to it out of anger? Saddest? I don't know what I was feeling it was mixed, but all I know is that I need to get out of this place.