I knew a kid like him from my childhood. His mom was a “lady of negotiable affection” that lived in a run-down house near my elementary school. The poor kid never knew where his next meal was coming from, or when his mom would come home from her “job” or “date.” He wreaked, from not having baths and he wore the same clothes day after day. Suddenly, one day he wasn’t at school and we didn’t see him again. His mom had moved out of the house to somewhere else. I was sorry that he wasn’t around anymore, but the mothers in the neighbourhood were glad they were gone. Bunch of self-righteous snobs. I’ll bet that they had something to do with it.
I knew a kid like him from my childhood. His mom was a “lady of negotiable affection” that lived in a run-down house near my elementary school. The poor kid never knew where his next meal was coming from, or when his mom would come home from her “job” or “date.” He wreaked, from not having baths and he wore the same clothes day after day. Suddenly, one day he wasn’t at school and we didn’t see him again. His mom had moved out of the house to somewhere else. I was sorry that he wasn’t around anymore, but the mothers in the neighbourhood were glad they were gone. Bunch of self-righteous snobs. I’ll bet that they had something to do with it.