A House for the Hills

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This story has been a long time coming and it's not easy to tell, but here goes.  This is the not so magical adventures of my mother Angie, my sister Charmaine and I.

Many years ago, about 14 or so my mother used all of her savings to buy a house. The reasons for that are hers and I won't get into those personal bits, but the first time my sister and I saw the house we cried.
In entire lives, we'd never had a house that was ours, it felt like a beginning, like we would be ok, that we had a foundation.

And then my mother's job at the time let her go.  A new house and  unemployement  don't go hand in hand very well. We tried for a while, We cut corners, keep things frugal, did everything we could. 

And still just as my sister and I finished up high school we were back to renting with little to no money.

Since then things have been touch and go. We saved what we could, took loans to get us through college, and somehow by a miracle had a chance at another house.  
It was everything we wanted and better than the first one.  We had the house inspected and were signing the paperwork, when my mother's current job let about 500 people go. 

It's funny companies won't let you settle on a house if you don't have a job. A week from signing and we were back to square one.

Things got rough and all we had were the 3 of us. We couldn't ask for help unless we were desperate and even then not much happened. This is no fault of the people in our lives, it's just the pride and humiliation of having to ask for help after struggling for so long.

In June our former lady asked us to leave. We're behind on the rent, we have been for some time and just the month my sister and I started employement is when we had to prepare to move out. Mom's still paying her every month, her and all the other bills we have. 

At this point we just need enough to pay the downpayment to rent a place before we're out on the street. Many folks have offered to let us stay, but my sister and I need to be close to our job,  we can't risk losing what little income we have.

This is a rambling post, but it's been something I've agonized over for years. Asking for help or trying to fight on our own.  

We've fought for fourteen years and I'm so sick of fighting and being told everything will be ok. I'm sick of feeling out of control and crying myself to sleep. I hate seeing my mother lying in bed exhausted because she's worked two jobs and she's going to do the same for the next 4 months to tide us over for the next seasonal thing.

I'm asking for help. I am baring my heart and asking if you have a dollar or if a friend does, could you spare it for the shot at a place?  If we could make just half of a down payment, we'd be ok for a little while. 

So that's what we're asking for.

Enough to have a place for ourselves.