It's very hard living in the great depression ever since my mom died and my father was abducted. See we were immigrants who came from San Felipe,Guanajuato Mexico. We've had immigration on our tail from the beginning. When they came for my dad, we were hiding but some how they found my father and not me. I was lucky; now
I am on the streets, alone and hungry. I have no one to care for me, no reason to smile, no one to call mom or dad, and I feel as if I have no
reason to live !!!!
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