I moved from from Texas to Arizona last year. It was a really difficult move. I lived there my whole life, so I had to leave everyone and everything I loved. We had some neighbors who became like family to me, I loved those people. They didn’t have much money at all; one parent was a drug addict and the other a dealer. Their oldest child raised the family; they were a truly intelligent bunch of kids, who were usually surviving off the bare minimum. Anyways, the day I was moving was particularly emotional, I was pretty much a wreck. I was in the car getting ready to take off and there was a knock at the window, it was two of the kids who lived next door. They were both a mess as well, so I got out and one of them told me to hang on and she ran
