No Longer on the Street

I finally feel like I have a home in the Austin apartments, after being on the street for so long. I ran away from home in my teen years because I had a troubled life with my parents. I feared for my life by staying with them, so I left while I still could. I didn’t have any relatives to go to, so I slept wherever I could. Being homeless is no picnic, and I wouldn’t ever want to do it again. Years later, my luck turned around. A kind person gave me a little money while I was on the street. It was a lot more money than I was used to seeing from generous people.