“A diamond doesn’t start out polished and shining. It once was nothing special, but with enough pressure and time, becomes spectacular.” ~Solange Nicole
It’s one of the last days of summer, and I wake up to my mother screaming.
I’m ten, and I pull off the covers and sneak to my door. Opening it slowly, I peek out and look down the stairs.
Men have stormed into our house. Ignoring my mom, they head into the living room, pick up the sofa, and throw it out on the lawn. They do the same with the dinner table and the rest of our furniture. But they’re not thieves; they’re not here to rob us.
They’re here to evict us.
There was no notice mailed to inform us that they’d be coming, no note plastered on the door.
Our first notice was the ding dong of the evictors ringing the doorbell.
As a kid, I had no idea what to do. The amount of stress was overwhelming. I didn’t cry. I just sat down on the stairs, held my knees to my chest, and watched, numb.
All our rent had been paid on time, but the landlord pocketed the cash instead of paying the mortgage. We spent the next six months homeless, living in a motel.
It was one of the best things to ever happen to me.
It took me twenty years to realize it, and when I did, I grieved. I ha…