I’m back again with Part 2. I don’t know when this battle I’m facing will be over. I’m fighting this battle with my six beautiful kids on my side: one on my back one hanging on my neck, two have each arm, and the other two have each leg. We are fighting this together by ourselves and I am so grateful to them. They love me so very much; they are all I have besides my husband at this point and time in my life.
I’m thirty-two years old and disabled due to all the stress and abuse I have faced in my life but I have had a very strong heart and I don’t know how much longer I can hang on. My husband can’t work due to the fact that he is not from here but he has been here for nineteen years now and he can’t even apply for a job because he does not have his legal papers to work here in the United States. We can’t afford a lawyer; I’m on welfare and I get a social security check and that’s all the income we get with six kids. It’s sad but true.
God has kept us holding on together for fifteen years with one income staying in shelters. I have family here but they don’t love me or my kids. It has been like this all my life. My mom, all she does is try to keep up confusion between me and my husband and my heart is hurting. I’m so very tired. I don’t know what to do or who to turn to all I have is my prayers and I’m crying as I type this letter. I have six very beautiful magnet and honor-roll students, two girls and four boys, and we can’t even provide for them like we’d like to. Birthdays, Christmas, etc., we can’t even buy anything for them.
I have gone to church written letters to different places but no one seems to care not even to stop and say “What can I give this family?” or “What can I do to help this family who needs help badly?” or even advise my husband who does not have family here. It’s only him here he, is from Africa all he has is me and our kids. It is killing me to see him sit around our home with his head down crying worried so much that sometimes he won’t eat anything he doesn’t know what to do. He can’ work to provide for his family and all my mom does is put us down. What must we do? Please, pretty please tell me anybody out there, please help. I feel as if we are all alone in this world and no one cares. This is not a joke, this is serious. Please, if you know someone who can help us are give us some advice please write to me or email me. Please. Thank you and god bless you all.
Coming soon, Part 3. The battle goes on. Will my family ever be happy again? We are crying out for help. Please don’t just pass my cry for help up, it’s serious. Much love to everyone.
Nikita Daniels
P.s. there is a god and I have faith. Thank you for reading my stories. Oh yes, I also have a Part 1. Please read that one to if you like god. Goodbye for now.
