Maybe the most homeless you could actually call someone without them being actually homeless. My dad didn't live with us since my parents were divorced, and he was pretty much just about homeless. I wish she had been there instead, though.
I was too busy being a kid to understand what happened to him, so my dad ended up watching over me for the next couple of days while my mom was gone. I don't know, it didn't really concern me at the time. My mom was usually always there to help me fill up the tub and turn the faucet on and everything too, but she happened to be out visiting her father in the hospital after he was robbed or something. I'd always pour a bunch of soap in it and have a large bubble bath to play around in with my toys and shit. My own tub in my bathroom was filthy dirty and I refused to wash in it, and my mom didn't seem to mind me using her tub. #4 This reminds me of a similar story that happened to me when I was younger.īack when I was maybe around 8 years old or so, I was taking a bath in my mom's tub.
