I know people go through struggles everyday of their life, but I can't be this unlucky. I admit I'm very fortunate to have a family that loves me, but I'm tired. In the fall of 2005, my family was put out of our house. So that year I left my friends, and me, my mother and father, and 3 older brothers had to move in with my aunt and uncle. Me, my mother, and my father stayed with my aunt and cousin in their 2 bedroom apartment and my 3 brothers stayed with my uncle in his 1 bedroom. It was very cramped in the apartments. In April of 2007, we got back on our feet and moved into an apartment. By this time my 2 oldest brothers were in college, so we only needed a 3 bedroom apartment. Everything seemed to be going so well. A bed to sleep in after a year on a floor and a restored family came with this.Things took a turn on a very unlucky day in September. I was walking home from school, in the rain, and I saw my uncle's car in my driveway and my mom was in there with him. She told me to get in. We got there and she told me that the sheriff's county came to our house and put her out. They said we were 4 months behind on rent. She kept crying but I told her everything would be alright. This caused them to separate for the 1st time ever in 20 years of marriage. I just keep praying that we'll be alright. This has also caused my mother to drink more heavily and I'm scared for her. I've learned to be strong for my family because of this. I miss having my dad around because he's living with my grandma now. I'm going to keep my faith because that's what counts.