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I used to look down at the world..and laugh.
My family was filthy rich and I took that to heart. I had nice clothes, big dinners, and daddy just recently got his second Lamborghini. I was popular at school and everyone wanted to be my friend. I was the happiest girl in the world.
That all changed one night when mommy and I was at the table eating the best spaghetti ever. Daddy came in looking tired. 
"I got fired today..I don't want to talk about it." He said. I remember mommy being frozen as a popsicle. She just sat there, staring into space with her fork inches from her mouth like someone had paused her in the middle of her putting a spoonful in her mouth. I heard a door slam shut upstairs. I went to bed that night with a pain in my chest. Two months later, daddy couldn't pay the bills anymore. We had to sell about half of our stuff and move into a cheaper house. It wasn't the prettiest house, but at least it kept us warm in the winter. It was dusty and there were spiders everywhere. Daddy didn't find a job until several weeks later, and it wasn't a job he liked or wanted. Mommy tried to cook good meals with the few ingredients she had. But they weren't filling. I hardly wanted to eat anymore.
I used to look down at the world from my 4-story house and laugh at the people who worked hard for money and weren't like us.....
Now I look through my dusty window in my tiny house and wonder:
Where Is God When I Need Him?