When I was 14 my mom lost her job. We were in a tough place for a while. We had to move out of our house. My home life was strange, with my dad being addicted to drugs and my brother was not making good choices. Early on, my mom moved us to a house out in the country which our cousins “owned.” Turns out they didn’t. We were forced to move out of that house and left behind many important family photos and things. In that house, my dad was arrested and left the only money makers as my mother and grandmother. We had to live in hotels and were barely living. The thing I feel guilty about the most was that we had 5 dogs and a cat, and because of losing our house, we lost our cat and 2 dogs. I often wished that we never had dogs at the time because it limited the hotels we could live in, and often we had to worry about being kicked out for our pets. I feel guilty about how I felt at the time, now that we are in a more stable home.