Hollie Horton

Mothers' Love

It’s not like I had never hit rock bottom. I had been homeless off and on since I was 19. I usually hid out, couch surfed. Begged. This time it was different. I sat there with two babies in my arms confused to how I’d even gotten there. A month ago I was at my mom’s house laughing and getting to know her for the first time. The next thing I knew I had filed my taxes and my mother was dropping me off to my aunt’s house in Indiana. Her husband wasn’t happy with the new living arrangements. They were moving to Arizona the house was to be closed and given to the bank.