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Chapter Four
The Move
Our landlord was a little old lady with ginger hair. She was always well-dressed and drove a fancy car. We only saw her once a month when rent was due and when she would check up on her other house in our lot that was used as her storage. We peeked a few times, and she had lots of antiques. It was so exciting to me, and I wanted to go in. So I did. I saw so many old Coca-Cola things and soda machines. I saw some unique glasses, so I took them. They had the words Betty Davis on the side. I obviously didn’t know who that was at the time. That house was infested with roaches, spiders, opossums, and huge rats. My mother decided to call the city and make a report. The city came and checked on the house and we later saw that a red sticker was placed on the home. I overheard my mother saying that the little house needed to be demolished. Boy, that old lady showed up to the house very upset.
My mother told her that it was very dangerous due to how run-down it was, and the roof could collapse, plus all the rats. The landlord wasn’t having it and told my mother we needed to move out right away. We started packing all our things, and I remember my uncles coming to help us out with a truck. We ended up moving not too far from the elementary school we went to, into a run-down apartment complex. But right before we left, my mother spray-painted “Bitch” on all the walls.
We moved into the Mohawk Apartments; they were yellow with brown trim around the windows. There were two strips of apartments, with caliche in the center of the complex. The apartment strips went from one side of Cheyenne Street to the other side of a different street, which was Mohawk Street. We had a corner efficiency apartment, and inside was a wall that separated the living room from the kitchen and bathroom and back door. The floor was basically a thin piece of wood that made noises as you walked around in the apartment. My mother had a bed in the living room by the front door where she and Rocky would sleep.
We went from a full-size bed that we shared to bunk beds that were right on the other side of the wall. We were basically in the kitchen area, and it sucked. As we got older, we couldn’t stand sleeping with one another, but it was a normal dwelling for us. We had one TV in the living room, and if we watched any shows, we had to sit on the floor. It did not feel comfortable watching with Rocky lying on the bed behind us. At times, I had to sleep with one of my brothers on the twin bunk beds. First one on the bed was lucky. It was usually whoever had the bottom. Our bathroom was the worst. The toilet was old and too low. The sinks fixtures were old with lots of calcium buildup. The shower looked like a tall rectangular concrete box. It was dark inside with no lighting. There were always cobwebs with spiders or roaches inside. The hot water wouldn’t last long, so we had to take a quick shower every day. We had to wait in between showers, and in the winter, it was cold as hell in that bathroom. I was terrified of that dang shower.
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