Never thought I'll be sleeping on a bus stop
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I love Mama so much. Back when she wasn't addicted to online casinos, we were okay. So even though it hurts me, I had to work last year. Not because I wanted to stop studying, but because I needed to support myself. I learned early on that not all kids have the right to be kids for a long time.
There are things I can't tell Mama. Like how my boss molested me at the stay-in job I took, how I endured fear and disgust every day, and how even the hard-earned pay never came on time. I put up with everything because I thought at least I would have my own money to rely on.
Last night, Mama messaged me. I told her I would come home tomorrow. I was excited to go back, even if just for a bit, because despite everything, I’m still a child missing her mother. But when that day came, I still didn’t have my pay. I borrowed money just to have fare to get home, but when I asked for help from Mama, she ignored me.
And now, here I am, sitting at the bus stop, hugging my bag that holds a few of my things. I have nowhere to sleep, not enough money for food, and all I can do is wait for morning to come. Tomorrow noon, maybe I can borrow from my friend. Maybe I'll be able to make it home too.
I never thought I would reach a day where I'd sleep at a bus stop. That instead of a safe home, a cold bench would be my resting place. That at my age, I have to be strong even though, honestly, I'm so tired of fighting.
Lord, please. Just for tonight, watch over me. Don’t let anything bad happen to me. I’m so scared. I just want to go home. I just want to feel safe.
I’m so tired of being strong, Lord. I’m just a child too.
EDIT: Thank you po for all the prayers, I am now on my way to Batangas and doon ako mag roro to Roxas and another bus to Iloilo.