Living in New York
Hi, I’m Jakob. I am living here since my dads death. Here in the ghettos of New York. In the last 3 years everything changed for my whole life. I am hoping every day that my mom comes back home with some eatable food in her arms. I’m only 14, so I’m legally not even allowed to work, so I cannot help her. Well sometimes I am working with some illegal Mexican immigrants, in our neighbours’ cellar. Mainly we are washing clothes, sometimes but really rare we are washing cars. Yes, I am exited about this, because washing cars equals a lot of work so I get a lot of money. I mean 3.25$ an hour might not be enough to buy a ship but it is a good sandwich or burger. Then also my mom is pregnant by some unknown guy, well I don’t know him and he was never and I guess he won’t ever come to our house again. Still my mom is going into the city every day to get money. Mainly she is bagging in subway-stations hoping that someone fells mercy to her. God I am afraid of the birth of that kid. I hope that my mom doesn’t give the baby to birth in our house. So, if I’m not working, I sometimes go to public school or just stay at my house. It is not big just 4 rooms, a bathroom(only with cold water), my room( simply a bed, a table and a chair), my moms room(same as mine just a bit bigger) and the kitchen, which no one ever uses…
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