Bitter Sweet

Last Sunday a women with a set of twin boys revisited our church after my aunt, a social worker, helped her and her children receive a home through the homeless prevention center that she works at. When she walked through the door I could see a difference in her demeanor. She seemed as if she was at ease and as I listened to her tell my parents her story I began to get a little teary eyed. She never really mentioned how she ended up in the shelter but, she did say that she felt uncomfortable there. The young woman told my parents that the homeless shelter wasn’t a place for her children or any of the women’s kids. Although the shelter was placed there to help young independent mothers, she felt as if she deserved more. I can only imagine the joy that she felt when she was told that they found a place for her to live outside of Camden. I know she wasn’t really worried about her wellbeing but, the wellbeing of her children. If the truth be told, no child should have to endure that type experience at that young age. I wouldn’t know how to act if I were told that I had to stay at a halfway house let alone a shelter. I really hope for the best for the young lady and her children. I believe that this experience will not only inspire her to work hard to maintain a stable and healthy environment for her kids but, for herself as well.