An adult child - Abby

I open my eyes, my vision goes blurry. I blink a few times before getting out of bed. I change my clothes, put on a green t-shirt, some baggy pants and my cream winter coat on. I step outside my house and begin walking down the street. I look around and see a dancer on the corner of the street by the gas station, most  likely he is busking, I would be doing the same thing if it weren’t for my ‘kiddie’ job. I continue walking down the street, I look over to the docks to see children swimming, probably showering since most kids my age are homeless.

By Abby