We come from an overtly religious household, and my sister is a year younger than I am. Our parents used their faith as an excuse to raise us harshly. We were only permitted to go places and make friends if we were traveling as a family. We weren't permitted to see certain movies, and when I was 15 I got my first phone that was constantly being watched. Any regulations we broke would result in a beating.
This is but a sample of the many things they accomplished. Being a girl, my sister frequently heard comments about how she should find a good, devout husband and have children. Although I had a suspicion, neither of our parents were aware that she had a girl crush.
She decided to come out to our parents on her 18th birthday, but that did not go down well. They booted us out and said we were going to hell because there was a big brawl and I was attempting to defend her. My father had never appeared so irate to me. My sister was sobbing when we left, and we just walked.
We spent the night outside, and I had trouble falling asleep. I continued seeing the combat scenes on replay because I was so afraid for us. I thought about going back but decided against it because my sister was there. Our numerous nights spent outside began with this one. We once returned home to attempt to make amends, but my father would have none of it.
It was impossible to sleep at night, so we accepted the condition and attempted to sleep during the day. We made an effort to stay far away from the other homeless folks and out of sight. We would keep an eye out for when retailers threw out expired food so we could save it from the trash. Even though it occasionally made us sick, it was worth it.
We kept looking because I knew we wouldn't leave until we found employment. We received a lot of rejection because we couldn't wash our clothes and were therefore perhaps not very presentable. When we discovered a bathroom we could use, we would always try to clean up. By some miracle, I was able to land a job teaching me how to fix cars. There was no great pay, but there was no longer any hunger.
I used to drop my sister in the park nearby before I left for work so I could pick her up afterward. Recently, one of my frequent customers overheard me talking about how difficult it was for my sister and I to locate housing that was affordable. He explained to me that because his deceased daughter was a hoarder, they had emptied the rubbish but not cleaned up. He claimed that because it is so small and filthy, we could rent the property for practically nothing. Even though it was as miserable as it came off, we moved in right away, and as soon as we entered, we started crying with happiness. We did our best to clean it up, and as soon as we can, we'll paint it. We are really excited that my sister may be getting a job as a waiter!
Even while things are improving, there is still a huge gap. Christmas was really difficult since we miss our parents so much. Even though I know we are entitled to better, it hurts.
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