Being homeless affects you mentally, to be honest. It’s depressing not being able to have a bed to sleep in each night. Sleeping on floors can be uncomfortable and painful after a while. Not having clothes is another problem. Going to school with dirty clothes or the same outfit I wore the day before made me feel like less of a person.
I’ve heard it so many times, “I understand what you’re going through,” but to be honest that’s a bunch of bull shark. I know that because I don’t even understand myself. Sometimes I think I’m just a confused, scared little kid.
“Veronica, Veronica... it’s your turn... you’re up next!” I jump with joy and run to the front of the class. It is my turn for show and tell, my favorite part of the week. I describe the silky blonde hair on my blue-eyed Barbie doll.