Joey was only 15 years old, but felt much older. His dad left when he was twelve years old. After that, it wasn’t easy for his mom. Joey got odd jobs here and there, but couldn’t get a real job since he wasn’t old enough. He was often home caring for his little sisters while their mother worked the street corner. Joey didn’t find this out until the night she got arrested. Next, they came and took his little sisters away.
This is Joey’s home now. He sleeps under the cold, steel bridge. Right along with all the other disposables.