When I was 19 years old my love and I found out we were going to have a baby.

My mother said her mother had a mobile home on her property, and we could move into it to start our family. We declined.

Later, after our son was born we took him to meet my Grandmother. While there we walked down the hill to look at the mobile home.

It was a filthy abandoned place. Most of the windows were broken out. It was filled with mold, mildew, graffiti, garbage, and human waste. Vagabonds and desperadoes had squatted there. It was full of decay and neglect.

My Grandmother had polio and could not walk. She could not have made the trip down the hill to visit the mobile home.



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