Okay, so this might not go so well for me. I’m not really good at writing historical fiction. It’s not my genre, but I’m just going to wing it. I doubt it will be lengthy. Wish me luck!
I lost my job today and to make things worse the stock market crashed for the second time this week. My family barely had anything to eat and I was barely making ends meet. My oldest boy, seven years old, was already starting school. Did he have to stop? How could I have my son go to school without any food? I could not allow my younger son and my baby girl to suffer like this.
My home was an hour bus ride away from work, but with the last dollars in my pocket, I decided to walk home, which was three times as long. Every help sign I passed, I quickly looked at with hope that I could find another job. The upsetting thing about these job openings were the fact that they required college degrees. The other jobs that fit my level of education provided pay that was too low to feed even one member of my family.
It was already dark out when I finally got home. I was tired and my soul was shattered. There was no way I could face my family, tell them I was out of work and not break down. Our house was quaint, but still it was home. I walk in and find that they were all in the kitchen. I could hear my wife talking to our children, but I could not make out what they were talking about, so I went to the kitchen.
“Daddy, you’re home!” my eldest shouted as he ran to me. He hugged my waist as I ruffled his hair.
“Yeah, what are you all doing?”
“Mommy was telling us about how many people on our street lost their jobs.”
I looked at my wife. She had a small smile on her face. I knew that she knew already.
“That’s true, so did I, but we’re going to make it.”
“Mommy already told us we had to start saving food, but that’s okay just as long as we’re all going to be okay, right Daddy?”
My wife was amazing for preparing the kids for the struggle we were going to face. I was blessed to have such a smart kid who understood things or tried his best to.
“Of course, we are.”
I led him back to the tiny table we used for eating. He sat on one of the chairs and ate a piece of bread. My wife was still smiling as she reached over the table and held my hand.
“Honey, someone stopped by while you were out.”
“Who was it?”
“It was a man who worked at one of the newer factories near your old job. He is offering you a new job. They got word of how the factory closed down. They were not closing down and needed a few more workers.”
A felt a smile form on my face. It was not much, but it was still a job and it paid as much as the one I lost. The younger two were still unaware of the troubles that were just beginning, but I had a feeling we were going to be just fine.
Honestly, it’s not my best work, but a challenge is a challenge.