Steph, a young mother of a sweet, 5 year old little girl kisses her daughter goodnight and tucks her in with her favorite pink blanket. She brushes the mangled hair away from her daughter's face and gives her a big re-assuring smile just as her daughter closes her eyes for the night. Tears begin to well up in Steph's eyes at the realization of what her life has come to. She closes the door as quietly as she can.
As she slowly slides down to the ground she begins to weep. She cries harder and louder and longer than she's ever cried before. Longing for the arms of the man who left her alone a month ago becomes stronger in this moment. He hasn't contacted her or tried to help her out since the day he walked away. Her heart is broken and heavy. It's a physical feeling deep down inside her chest that even causes breathing to be difficult.
He left without paying the rent and the landlord has been breathing down her neck for the past two weeks. Finally, he had had enough and gave her until the end of the day to get what little she owned out. She feels so rejected but even more she feels her daughter has been rejected. The hurt is unbearable. "Why wouldn't anybody let this little girl stay just one more night?" she thinks to herself.
It seems like everytime she turns around her luck runs out more than she expected that it could. The gas tank was too low to get to work again so she lost her job 3 days ago. All of her cell phone minutes were used trying to find work and a place to stay. She used her last 3 minutes to call a friend for a place to stay tonight. This friend was a Christian friend so she was so hopeful that her daughter would have shelter for one more night. But, as luck would have it, her friend said no.
So Steph sits alone with no job, no food, no gas, no cell phone, and no shelter. She was so sure that her friend would have let her stay the night. Anger and betrayl builds in her heart. "So much for those Christians" she thinks to herself.
Her eyes begin to sting. Exaustion has set in. Her body hurts from the bottom of her feet to the temples of her head from having to walk from place to place. She has never in her life been more tired. Tired of trying. Tired of running. Tired of going on being a failure. She wipes her tears and stands up. She opens the car door and curls up in the passenger seat and closes her eyes and hopes, maybe, just maybe tomorrow will be better.
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