A New Beginning

; evening ;

We lay on the bottom end of our backpacks while pedestrians stare and point at us. We're only 14 and 7. I can imagine seeing us from their point if view. Dirty. Filthy. Stupid. Crap. That's just the ones said in the past hour.

We have lived this lifestyle for quite a while now. Never having enough to eat. Always 'begging for money'. Sleeping wherever possible for the night. Even if that's under a box or in a tree. Some people see us as brave . Others, believe we know nothing. Believe we chose this way to live our little lives. We never did. It was brought upon us by our guardians.

My Mom and Dad never did well communicating with me. And they had a very good reason why. My dad was diagnosed with cancer when I was 3 and didn't want to tell me. I understood why he didn't, but my mom never told me either. She always looked worried.

Anyway, my dad passed away at 25 and my mom couldn't take the pain of loosing him, so she tried killing herself, which brought her to the mental hospital, and eventually to death. I don't know how, I never found out. They had lived their lives very well. Although, never appreciated the time they had with me. I wish I could've seen my mom one last time before she passed. I was 8 years old when thus happened.

After my mom got sent to the mental hospital, I got passed to my grandmother. She wasn't the best grandma, but she was pretty cool. I remember she used to call me ConCon, short for Connie, my name. She played with me all the time. And cooked for me. Just like any normal grandparent. I made sure to enjoy the time with her, and that lasted for about 4 years, and like any old person, slipped away from life. She just kind of faded away. I was left alone to fend for myself.

Oh yeah, and that other person with me? Shes Mika. She kind of got stuck with me. I found her all alone and basically adopted her as a younger sister. We can't stand not seeing each other. She's my world and I spend my days caring for her now. We 'live' together. If that's what you wanna call it. I mean, we have 'lived' on the same street for 3 weeks now. But like, it's not bad. It's a "friendly" street.

We turn to face the sky on our backpacks. I closed my eyes, and tried to focus on anything but this noisy street.