Family Situation

They live in their grandma's basement. They've had it rough you could say. Sheets and laundry divide the rooms. Space is a little tight. Eight cords are plugged into the outlet. Extension cords run everywhere. The temperature sits at about 62' F in the winter. Single beds pushed together, one sleeps on a floor mattress, one sleeps on the couch. Fans run constantly to diminish the smell that emanates from the carpet and the floor itself. One car sits in the driveway, three people have to go to work. The gas meter is nearing empty, I wonder when there will be money to fill it up, or time. The family is patched and frayed, the hard times bringing out the best, but also the worst. There's been alot of the latter recently. Depression isn't a temporary condition, it's a lifestyle. Dad can't hold a job, but it's not his fault. Mom's job doesn't pay the bills. Grandma's helped too much already, and two teenage boys have been through way too much. They haven't exactly grown up though, they've tried almost everything, and I wonder how that will effect their lives later. If they lean on each other they all fall, if they stick it out on their own, they fall apart. They're just your average family, with extraordinary dreams that have been put on hold. Aspiring musicians, passionate missionaries, talented, loving, striving individuals. The plastered smiles, the rehearsed answers. The bible verses are posted throughout the house. Their only hope, God where are you now? Help your children.