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I was young then, too young to realize what life was really like. My family had always hidden me from the bad parts of Liverpool where criminals lurked and the smell of garbage swarmed through the dank, crowed streets.
You could say that my parents were ashamed to be seen in such a place, where the sun rarely shined and the sound of gunshots rang in your ears every hour on the hour. But it was all we could afford at the time. We had no money, and whatever food we had was given to my baby sister, Garnet.
Although Liverpool was a filthy, crime-infested rat’s nest I’ve never regretted living there. I formed strong bonds with my friends and they were the ones that made it worthwhile, not my mom or dad, and definitely not my sister who got every scrap of food in the house whenever she cried.
There’s not a single doubt in my mind that my friends are the ones who got me through. I would’ve killed myself if it hadn’t been for their strength, hope and courage. My friends, these six kids from Liverpool, made me what I am today.
It was one of those dark, depressing mornings when thunderclouds loomed overhead and rain dripped from the gutters to form puddles on the unpaved streets. The strong winds had left numerous trees surrounding our neighborhood barren and only a few lost souls could be found wondering in the coldness of early morning.
I was a little girl at the time, not even five years of age yet. The lack of food had made my blonde hair begin to grey and the flesh on my bones turn a pale white. I sat with fragile arms crossed upon my windowsill and stared out the musty glass with large blue eyes.
“The world is so small,” I said to my father who was reading the morning newspaper at the dining table.
He didn’t say anything so I stopped talking. My father had been out of a job for quite a while and, I assumed, was looking for one right now. I flicked my eyes away from the world outside and trotted across the rotted floorboards to a toy car on the floor. My shaking fingers shakily picked it up and I pushed it across the floor; it smacked into the wall.
“Father, do you have to go?” I asked in a quiet voice.
He grumbled for a moment, clearing his throat and folded the newspaper.
“I suppose I should go now,” he sniffed, getting up from the chair.
I watched him slowly walk past me and grab his raincoat.
“I’ll be back soon,” he said, twisting the rusted doorknob.
I heard the door squeak open and shut with a loud thud. The house was silent now. My mother was upstairs with my baby sister Garnet and I was alone, down here with my toy car in an unpainted, smoke-strained room. I crawled over to my toy car and picked it up, clenching it in the palm of my hand.
“The world is so small,” I repeated to myself.
There began a pitter-patter of rain outside my window, some of the rain leaked through the roof and onto the floor; it hit my head. I quickly wiped it off and went to fetch a metal bucket from the corner of the room.
“Slowly, slowly, rain keeps falling, into my house and out on the streets,” I sang to myself.
I placed the bucket under the leaking spot and continued to play with my toy car.