TITLE: THE WRITE WAY HOME
GENRE: MG Contemporary
The instant Mama clipped the rosebud, I started to pack. Sure as anything, we’d been kicked out of our house—forced to move somewhere we could afford. I figured we’d live in an apartment or the pay-by-the-week rental motel over by the highway.
Not a spooky-looking church.
“Faithee, you up?”
The metal cot frame squeaked as my little sister Hope tugged my covers, her raggedy Minnie Mouse doll rubbing my cheek. Across the darkened Sunday school room, Mama turned on her makeshift bed, rubbing her arms to keep warm. Any wonder she was shivering, seeing how her blanket was wadded in a ball on the floor. I knew she wouldn’t use it, even though the Shelter Network driver said it was freshly washed.
“Go back to sleep, Hope. It’s the middle of the night.”
“But Minnie wants to go home.”
I sat up, my eyes flitting to the three Hefty Cinch Saks propped against the Bible bookcase—our jeans and t-shirts bursting through the plastic drawstrings holding our lives together. Don’t you get it? I wanted to scream. We were thrown out. Forced into a shelter like stray dogs.
But then I glanced at the withered rosebud on the window ledge—the one Mama cut from Daddy’s garden. I remembered our big talk, where Daddy told me I needed to take responsibility and start helping out. As sick as he was, he knew Mama was falling apart.
“Get in,” I whispered, folding back the covers.