"Y'know... After everything she put us through, after all the hurt, and pain, and just sorrow! I'm still alive. We're still here! And no one will EVER hurt us again." I remember my voice cracking. I screamed those words at the sky where momma left us on the road. Mara holding my left hand and Marilynn on my right doing the same. People say that "You just have to work hard!" but they all live in rich houses or some shit. They didn't go through the shit the poor do. Having to work at fourteen to pay the bills for your one-bedroom apartment is something they will never have to experience. My sisters and I were finally comfortable here, That is until I found out the missing father who supposedly left us, was in Italy and wanted us back, I'm not gonna let that happen. My name is Weston, and this is our story. Hello! this Is kinda my first real story? I'm not very good at descriptions so please bare with me, this is kind of like a preview that sets the story up.