By Mike Miller
My new friends are teaching me to play soccer in the alley behind the building. I'm learning to use my left leg more often and scored a game winning goal yesterday.
I love this apartment. I never would have dreamed that we would live somewhere so nice. Sleeping on the couch and watching TV until I drift off is so much cooler than sleeping on the park bench hoping the winos don't steal my spare clothes.
Mom gives me $20 a day to run down to the grocery store to pick up food. I normally get Ramen noodles and cereal. I like the cheap food because mom lets me keep the change. I store it in a hole I made in the couch cushion. I'm saving to buy her a sweater for her birthday.
She deserves it. Mom works strange hours. She gets to work from home but is pretty much on call all day every day. I'm going to ask her if she wants to go to the movies after she is done with this client. I miss spending time with her. There is plenty in the couch to get us in if we share a popcorn.
I don't really understand why people are willing to pay her to spend a half hour talking to her in her room. There must be some really lonely people out there. But, I love this apartment and I love playing soccer when they come over to work with my mom.