Hello there sure a re plenty of people here experiencing very tough situation so for everyone of you pls read this story
My grandpa and grandma in the mother side both died when my was still young because of an accident of being electrocuted during a typhoon. My mother struggled living and tried to work hard to be able to still go to school. Of course grandpa has left off money and a business. Moms relative sold the business and took the money not leaving anything for them things went harder being 3 sisters with no parents but luckily they had relative, they were tooken in but unfortunately the story resembled Cinderella, my mom was treated like maid doing the laundry,cooking and etc in the age of 7 (I'm not sure with the age), even though she was the one who cooked she was forced to eat leftover, she had no phone,snacks and the pocket money she earned was from her side jobs. So as a result she put great effort in studying. After some years past she was in college but was unable to go to her desirable course, picking the only cheap course engineering. Even though she graduated with a not very excellent carrier she became well known and rich for her brilliance in making good investments. It was tough even after she graduated all her cousins, brothers and sister she became in charge in funding with there studies. She refused some and only funded two of them who repeated high school for there failed attempts in graduating. Life was hard but she was able to make it true and live a good life. If she can do it so should all of you so don't give up

That's really sad. Kind of like my story I guess, but we'll have to wait and see how mine turns out.

I was born in the Caribbean. I'm an illegitimate child. My father was a married man and he fell for my mother, but when he got caught up in the bills he jumped ship and left us. My mother did whatever she could to pay to keep us alive. She took up whoring to keep us fed. I was ten when my father left my mother and my brothers. I think maybe he left because he was in great debt, but I'm not sure. Fast forward two years, and I'm twelve now. She and I got a disease, I'm not exactly sure what. I know what it did to her though. Vomiting, defecating; all around us the sick, the scent thick. I got better.. but my mother, she went quick. So I moved in with my cousin. He committed suicide. He left me with nothing but ruined pride. Then I heard a voice, inside my head, telling me I had to fend for myself. I listened. It was going good and I was teaching myself everything I could read. But the good times can't ever last. When I was seventeen a hurricane destroyed my town, but I didn't drown, no, I couldn't seem to die. I wrote an article about it so good it was published by the local newspaper. I wrote my way out, wrote everything down far as I could see. I wrote my way out; I looked up from my pen and the town had its eyes on me. They passed a plate around, total strangers, moved to kindness by my story. They raised enough for me to book passage on a ship that was New York bound. And now I'm here, sitting in this flat, and I'll make sure this story has a happy ending. Don't worry about me, I'm only nineteen but my mind is older. For those of you going through rough times, just persevere and take initiative and I promise it'll get better.