How I lost my home

Dear diary I am 17 years old and I am turning 18 next week. I live on the streets. My birthday is tomorrow. My grandma, sister and I lost our house last week. If you're wondering how, we lost our home. This is how. 2 weeks ago… It was a sunny day and nothing could go wrong. I went downstairs to say goodbye to my parents. They were going to a restaurant while me and my sister stayed home with our grandma. “ goodbye” I said “ be careful. “Bye Reida and Stella, take care, “ they replied. After 2 hours a knock came from the door. I ran downstairs to open the door but instead of my parents there was a police officer . He told us the saddest news ever, he said our parents got in a car crash. After we started falling behind on the bills. I had to pick up a job at the store. But then since we can’t pay the bills we got an eviction notice. I also got fired from my job so we could not pay for food. Present….. And now we are homeless. So that is how we live on the streets now. I just hope one day we will have a home again. “ Reida come here. “ Stella called. “ coming” I called back. I have to go bye. ~ from Reida