My parents income. The type of family I grew up with, the kind of household most people would classify as poor.
6 days a week - Wake up at 4:30.
Come home at 6.
84 hours a week.
$26, 000 each. $42,000 a year.
A household of 4.
That is what we have been living off of.. living paycheck to paycheck. Nothing to save.
Here I am working my ass off, going to school full time, waitressing, interning - doing what I have to do. What is that I have to do? Get a job and start supporting the family. This education, this schooling is all to get a job to pay for shit. To pay to live.
"I feel the pressure. Their vigorous years are creeping up, while their savings are very behind... I'm scared for them. I am scared for myself."
And I honestly begin to wonder - all they gave up to be here. To ensure a better life for my brother and I.
All those lonely, painful days of wondering when things will get better. When things would change.
Now that I come home from school breaks, I see that nothing really has changed - which is the most upsetting.
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