When I first came here to New York, I did not know my mom's family. We stayed there when we came because she said that we could stay there as long as we wanted. My mom said okay.
At first it was going good, then my mom's family got into a fight. One day when the people who were staying with were fighting with each other, it was so bad that we had to move. Then we stayed in my mom's brother's house, I was happy because I had a cousin I did not know about.
Soon we wanted a new house of our own, and we had to go live near my other family. It started out good. We were living in the lower room and we moved our stuff. Then the woman we were living near started to get rude and stuff like that. She said the thing that she got mad about was that we did not ask for food. We had to move because they were getting mad, and my mom could not take it any more.