I've come along way since I moved here 2 years ago. Many people sometimes wonder why my mom and I moved here, and always say how lucky we are to be here today. Well along time ago, my father and mother had a good life together, they owned a house, they both and jobs and were able to pay the bills. My father's side of the family approached him about a huge opportunity for our family. My great grandfather had died the year before, and he had left behind a few things. The main thing he left behind was his very old, but well taken care of house. My father wanted nothing more then to own that house. It was a long process, but the family sold him the house, and we moved in. Things were pretty much the same for a while, except we had a new house and money was a little tight for a while. Just when everything seemed good, a few changes happened. The company that my mother worked for, the Boston Sock Company, ended up selling the warehouse my mother worked in, so she was no longer employed. My father told her not to worry though, that he would pay all the bills, and that all my mother had to do was make sure I was ok while he worked. This was ok for a while, but then things really got out of hand. My father went off to work one day, but came back really early and said that his car had broken down, and that he was going to have to get it fixed. But he never did, and soon he was not always around the house, and was coming back REALLY late. This started to make my mother wonder, if my father was doing something. Well it turned out that he was doing drugs, and cheating on her. She wouldn't believe it for the longest time, and she didn't realize that it could have cost us everything we had, including our lives. It came to be New Years Eve, and something I will never forget happened. On this night, my father decided to move out. He packed up all his things, and just walked out the door. This left my mother and I in a bad ...