Bailey's POVInside the cramped, sweltering room, which reeked of grease and sweat, I could still hear the crude, filthy language of the workers outside loud and clear.Mom’s arms shook violently as she held me close.I covered my ears, nodding frantically. "I only want you, Mom. Wherever you go, I go.""Okay. Then we leave tomorrow."Mom began packing our things. In reality, our luggage was incredibly simple. Everything we owned could fit into a worn duffel bag.Suddenly, Dad pushed the door open and walked in.Nervously, I stepped in front of Mom. To my surprise, he took one look at what we were doing and actually looked somewhat relieved."It's about time you threw those rags away. It keeps this place from looking like a homeless shelter."He tossed a plastic bag toward us. "I brought you some leftovers."I used to see this kind of food all the time when I helped the adults pack scraps for dogs. I didn't move, and Mom held me steady."No, thank you. I took Bailey out,
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