I’m 31 years old. I had a fiancé once, but he committed suicide. I also had a job at Good Times. Then my brother, who is mentally ill and schizophrenic, got my keys and took off with my car. My ID and wallet were in there. I lost it all. We had no other choice than to be at shelters. I’m so grateful for the people at the women’s shelter. They don’t want to see us as homeless. They give me a warm place to lay my head. I’m very thankful for this place. You feel so lonely sometimes, experiencing homelessness. I’m tired of being cold. But my number one goal is to take care of my brother. I want us to be back home so bad. We’re going to get home one way or another.