I remember the first night where my family and I stepped foot into Prevention Assistance and Temporary Housing (PATH). I was so scared and confused on what was happening in our life at that moment.

For those who do not know what PATH is, it’s the agency that homeless families go to get placed in shelters.

I was 13 years old.

I was in the 8th grade.

I saw the worry in my mothers eyes contemplating whether or not there would be a roof over our head that night.

I saw the carefree and tiredness in my 2 year old brothers eyes.

But I felt the scared burning of me trying to hold the tears, for at that moment I understood the one thing that was clear to me:

We. Are. Homeless. 

Never in my entire life did I think that something like that would happen to us. But it…