Me and my husband were travelers. We decided to travel from California up to Oregon, backdown through to Colorado. We made it here, no problem, were here for awhile…it started getting rough, so we decided we wanted to leave. We got bikes and trailers and we got all the way up to Medicine Bow, Wyoming and found out I was pregnant. That was the first time we felt our first daughter kicking. So we had to turn back around and come back down here and we’ve been here off and on ever since. Both of my daughters were born here in Colorado so I don’t plan on taking them away from their birth state.
I’m just struggling ‘cause in December I lost my job. If it weren’t for my two little girls I wouldn’t be trying. I actually just got offered a job by a lady who works with service animals. I plan on going and helping her out and working for her. I hope it turns out good because I fear losing my babies more than anything. I love my girls. We had CPS on us for a bit, but they decided they weren’t worried about us anymore. But it’s still a fear that’s there because we live in a motel. If we get kicked out of the motel what are we gonna do? Our kids are going to be out in the cold and that’s just all bad.
I have a 2 year old and an almost 1 year old, she’ll be 1 in May. My children give me hope. My husband gives me love, he saved me from an abusive relationship.I want to get to a point where we have our own place, where we’re never gonna worry, where I can watch my babies grown up and just live. I want them to be the happiest they can be. I want people to know that not everybody out here who flies a sign like me is looking for drugs or alcohol. All I want is to see my children happy. I want to see them grow up good, and to do that, I need help. I’m not trying to guilt trip anybody. I’m just saying, if you’ve got it, spare it.