Sometimes, it only takes one sentence to encapsulate one’s current life situation.

“It’s your fault that we are gonna be homeless.”

Sometimes, it only takes one sentence to tell of a child’s innocent worry.

“Will Santa find us?”

Sometimes, it only takes the start of the sentence.

“When we become homeless…”

Sometimes, it only takes one sentence to cut like a knife.

“If you were a good mammy we would have a home.”

Sometimes, it only takes one sentence to demonstrate the embarrassment of a 9 year old child.

“I told a friend at school that we are gonna be homeless and then he told the whole class out loud and they all stared at me!”

Sometimes, it only takes one sentence – never before said – to convey underlying heartbreak.

“I wish I had a brother – I mean one I can play with”

Sometimes, it only takes one sentence to express the inexpressible fear and turmoil in child.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight so can I please sleep with you?”

Sometimes, it only takes one sentence to shout out the life-changing, detrimental effects pending homelessness is causing.

“I hate life because no one cares what happens to us and if we end up living on the streets and die.”

And sometimes, just sometimes, it only takes one sentence to provide much needed reassurance.

“I promise you baby, I am doing everything I can possibly do to make sure we have a home for you and Brendan Bjorn, so don’t worry…don’t worry.”

I promise.