I moved to 17th street with my dad. We moved in with my grandparents. I wasn’t sure if I liked it. We thought it was just going to be for a couple days. They blew up a queen air mattress for us to sleep on in the living room. I called my mom when we got to my grandparents house. My dad told me I wasn’t going to see my mom until we moved back home. Little did any of us know we wouldn’t ever be going back there. I talked to my mom for a while. But I had to go fairly early since I had school the next day. Those couple days turned into a couple weeks, those couple weeks turned into a couple months, and those couple months turned into two years. My grandparents are really strict, I wasn’t use to it. My parents never really cared what