There I sit on the cold hard concrete pondering through my thoughts trying to find a happy one with no result. It’s middle of Winter, a few days away from Christmas, usually my favorite time of the year, but this Christmas was different. My father died in a “work-related accident” earlier this year, and my mother hadn’t stopped crying since. She was devastated when it happened and since my father paid most of the bills we were no left with little to live off of. Fortunately, I was able to get a low paying job working at a recycling center, while my mother sells quilts and blankets, but with both incomes combined we struggle to make ends meet. One thought was in my mind tonight, “Why?” Why did he have to leave us, Why? My mother keeps on telling me there is nothing we can do, that is wasn’t our fault, I don’t agree with this. I get up from the sidewalk and start walking home, there is nothing I can do, but there is, has to be. I get to my door, open it and walk inside, I lay down, tired after working for little pay. As I start to doze off my little sister, Olivia comes running into the room, yelling “Kira, Kira look!” She points me towards the window and my mother´s car is parked, but she is not in it, my mother usually come right in, why is she not doing it this time.