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I guess it's easy to block out a memory when you don't have to live through it. While my parents and I were living out of our car, Jay was living on his fancy campus. My parents couldn't pay for us to be in a new home because they were paying for Jay to be in medical school. Aunt Lisa's one-bedroom apartment is more spacious than our van, and, because of that, my parents say I should be grateful. They say it's our home. To me, it feels like our trap. "You have a big day today, Jayda," Mom says with a smile. Her soft voice breaks my train of thought. I look up from my breakfast plate and give her a weak smile back. She really went all out to make today feel special— pancakes, bacon, eggs, and a big glass of OJ, my favorite. Mom knows she can cook and that I love to eat. "This is a sacred moment for us as parents," Dad chimes in, as he takes out his phone and snaps a picture of me in my ironed and starched uniform. My parents are excellent at pretending. They never bring up the eviction or the fact that the three of us share Aunt Lisa's living room as our bedroom. They just focus

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2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...

2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...