I am writing you from a shelter that is a place none of you would ever want to be. Our dirty mattresses lay on the cold floor. No heat. No food. No washer & dryer. No locked doors to keep your children safe! Me, I’ll get through this, do not feel sorry for me. Be happy for you! If you haven’t realized it yet, you are all so very lucky and fortunate to be where you are right now. Enjoy every day you have there. Those 90 days go by so very fast. Help each other, pitch in. Do your chores. Do your share. You’re all family now, you just don’t know it yet.