I am Nancy: A story about the homeless

Hello everybody!

I am going to share with you my story (that I came up with) about a homeless person who has to get through hard times and about the people who help her along the way.

Hello, I am Nancy. I am a normal person, with hopes and dreams, like any other average person, but I wouldn’t call myself average. As I am writing this, I am sitting in a sleeping bag. But I am not at a slumber party with my friends, or rapped up on the couch watching one of my favorite movies. I am on the street in a dirty, ripped up, old sleeping bag. I see myself as a normal everyday person but other people do not see me like that. Normally people are starring at me or ignoring me. It makes me feel uncomfortable. Sometimes people laugh at me, which makes me want to cry, so I just hide under my sleeping bag. Maybe about every month, someone will come up to me and give me some food but that’s all. I always become instantly starving again the next day. I live in Vancouver, in a crack between a expensive jewelry store and a designer clothes store, and of course I can not afford any of that stuff. Not that I need it anyway.   

Day 1.

It snowed last night. I was freezing cold all night, and got frost bite on my toes! A nice man from a restaurant across the street came to me this morning and offered me a hot bucket of water. I guess he noticed that I was freezing. That hot water felt really nice on my toes though! Then he offered me some left over food that some people left this morning.  Maybe this was not the kindest offer ever, but it was better then nothing!  The guy promised at the end of each day he would give me all the left over food. He is a life saver! It was also the coldest day ever  today! I overheard a conversation that two people where having and apparently it is –15 degrees! Somehow I got threw the day but it was not that easy. People where laughing at me all day  sitting here on this cold day. I am now ready to go to sleep. I will write again in the morning…….   


Day 2.  

Today I woke up to the nice sound of someone playing a guitar on the street. I listened to the music for about an hour. It was soothing music that made my morning better then it would have been, but I am still starving. While I was humming to the music, I saw a little girl walking towards me with a bag of candy in her hand. She came up to me and showed me a dollar that she had in her hand. “here you go” she said ” This is my left over money from the candy store. Would you like a big sour key too?” I was very surprised that she was talking to me without  being scared. Most kids would scream at the site of me. I managed to get out a  quiet “yes please” so she put the dollar and the candy in my hand and skipped away yelling ” great doing business with you, have a good day!” I smiled and chewed on my candy…..Today I got the left over food again, but there wasn’t much. Oh well better then nothing. 


Day 3.   

Today I thought of going to live somewhere else, maybe in a crack between less expensive stores. I had all my stuff packed up, and I was ready to go. I took my first step and gazed down the side walk, and saw a little figure walking towards me. It was the little girl I saw yesterday! I decide to stay, because I am hoping she will bring me another dollar. I doubt it though. She came right up to me again but this time she had less candy in her bag  and handed me two dollars. “I decided to leave more for you” she said. I smiled at her and said “Thankyou so much” Then I caught her looking at me “you know what, you can have this too” she said, and handed me the candy bag.  I looked at her in shock. “I will just tell my mom I ate all the candy on my way home ” she said. Like yesterday she turned around and skipped away and  said again “Great doing business with you, have a good day!” “You too.” I whispered to myself 

I am so hungry now it hurts! I decide to go across the street to that restaurant to see if there is anything I can get with three dollars….. The cheapest thing here is a burger for 3.50 . I wonder if candy can fill in for 50 cents. I go up to the front and ask “I have three dollars and candy, Is that enough for a burger?” The guy looked at the bored that said burger – 3.50. Then he looked at me for about 5 seconds and said “Silly me, I guess I wrote the wrong numbers. He went up to the chalk board and erased 3.50 and put on 2.00 instead.  “So did you want a burger?”…… I Just finished  my burger and now I am on my way home. I  just got out the door and I look behind me. I see the guy changing that board to make  it say burgers – 3.50 once again. I looked at him and smiled, and at this time I noticed it was the guy who gives me food every night! And he tried to help me! I headed back to my little old sleeping bag smiling. 


2 months later 

The little girl ( which I soon found out that her name is Nicole,) kept bring me money and candy everyday. One day she explained  to me that her mom gives her $4.00 for candy everyday before she leaves for school, so that she can get candy on her way back home, and she never told her mom about me because she thinks she will get in trouble. I am so thankful for her. And the guy who brought me food every night got fired from his job when his boss found out he was bringing me food. I helped him through his bad days as well. I am also very thankful for him. Oh and guess where I am right now, I am in my house curled up in my new sleeping bag watching my favorite movie on the couch, and with  me is The guy from the restaurant who is now my loving husband,  and my 2 year old little girl who I named Nicole.


Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and don’t forget to leave a comment. Goodbye and have a awesome day.

Sincerely, Abbey