My Life on the Streets

This story is about a girl named Elizabeth Murray that has a mother that was hospitalized with AIDS and she had nowhere else to go. This all happened on Christmas in 1996 Elizabeth's mother has died and the only people there were her, her sister, and her friend they stood in front of Elizabeth's mother coffin which was just a pine box cause they didn't have enough money to buy one. When she looked down she saw that her mom's named was spelled wrong so her friend took out a marker and fixed it and he also wrote "Beloved Mother" 1954-1996. When Elizabeth was still at the funeral her mom's death woke her up the memory forced her to see how the way she was living. Elizabeth grew up with her sister, her mother, and her father. They lived in a poor neighbor hood filled with drug addicts and the worst part was that her parents were drug addicts also. They never had food in the house and everything was dirty. Drugs were everywhere and she wold see her parents shooting cocaine. When they had welfare checks they were spent before they arrived and her mother would run up a bar tab. Elizabeth spent alot of nights at a 24-hour super market just to pack groceries for tips. She would bring food home with the money she would get for packing groceries. Elizabeth would also go to a self-service gas station to pump peoples gas for tips. When she was 13 her parents had split up so she had to go to a youth center and she promised her mom and her godfather that she would live with them , but by then her mom had a full blown case of AIDS and she was put in a hospital. At age 15 she was so broke that she even had to ask her friends if she could stay at their house.

What I think about Elizabeth is that she is a good role model for everyone because usually people would give up and not even try to help themselves so I think everyone who is or was in a situation like Elizabeth follow her footsteps because she could lead you into the right path like she did her own self.