You were barely 19 and got kicked out of your house for something you didn’t even do. And here you were, sitting on the curb of a gas station. Eating powdered donuts. Your face stained with mascara. You had nothing with you but your purse, your phone, and the clothes on your body. And the stupid powdered donuts that were already finished.

You just sat there, deep in thought. Wondering where did things go wrong. Especially today on your 19th birthday. It felt like just yesterday was your 18th birthday. Your parents threw you a big surprise party. All the people you loved and cared for were there. And everything was great.

You looked down in your lap, checking the time on your phone. It was late. Midnight late. You sighed and ran a hand over your face. You were kicked out. Had no home anymore. Nowhere to go. Then you heard a deep voice speaking to you. “What’s a pretty young lady like you doing here at this time?”