Homeless

It was Sunday and I sat on a bench. It wasn't just a bench; it was the bench I always sleeps on. My clothes were tattered and filthy. Not many times on a year I am in bad, because I don’t have the opportunity to do so. I was thinking about, what happened that time? I began to think it over and over again. I began to think it over, again and again. My mother didn’t want to see me again, because I was a homeless guy. But my father want to see me, and it was my mother there doesn’t want to see me, and my father couldn’t say anything to mother. I sat there and suddenly there came a picture of my father, there was crying. But why was he crying? Did mother leave him and us children? I had four siblings, three brothers and one sister. Or maybe was mother sick and had cancer? Because I never saw her again. I missed the life I had before I was kicked out. I was at school every day, and I had a future. And I haven’t a future now. I am a loser now. I had all to lose, and everything to win. I went to high school and was kicked out to sniff and drink alcohol in there. There all the problems began. Mom was out of themselves. A year later she died, and why did I never know. Dad had to throw me out because he felt it was my fault it all. The Pictures from my head disappeared slowly. As I heard a coin drop to the ground, and I picked it up.