I recently, after two months of searching, found a job with the MDA (Muscular Dystrophy Association). After about a week I was let go. The reason? I wasn't getting enough people to participate in their fundraiser. Which is understandable. However, It couldn't have come at a worse time.
My mother is now being left by her husband and we have been searching for an apartment that we can share. Any hopes of that are now gone. And now she'll have to move in with my grandfather or here with my grandmother and I.
Looks like this Christmas won't be as happy as I had thought.