In a moment in my life at the age of 9, I slept in my grandmothers basement with my uncle and his wife. I slept on the backside wall down there. The basement was very roomy, and dark, but I enjoyed being down there. Frequently, my aunt and his wife used to just watch TV all day in the basement. They lived in my grandmother's basement for 9 years because they could not afford to buy a house or an apartment. Basically, they were homeless. That is why my grandmother kindly decided to let them stay there for awhile until they find a decent job and a place.
At that moment, I normally slept upstairs in my room. Me, my mother, and my brother Glenn lived at my grandmother's house ever since we were babies. That was when until my mother...