Writing Challenge: July 24, 2017
Prompt: Write from the perspective of someone who has no money to buy food.
*Personal note: this is based on my mother during a particularly difficult time in our lives. She worked hard, did all she could to make sure we never went hungry. I love you Mom.*
I worked nearly 60 hours this week, but I won’t be paid until next. All my last paycheck went to bills: rent, electricity, and water. I even had to sell my plasma to cover the last of it all. There’s only ten dollars left. I have 4 kids at home, but little food. I have to ask the church for help. I hate that I have to do it, but my pride isn’t as important as my children. I stay after church to make the arrangements. They are kind when I take the beat-up van over to be filled with groceries. They offer me encouragement. They say that everything will be alright, that the Lord will provide. They tell me to keep faith and keep working. I work and I pray every day. It’s all I do, and still I have no money left over at the end of the month to feed my children on my own. Sometimes faith and works just aren’t enough.
