{"id":121,"date":"2020-11-09T14:23:48","date_gmt":"2020-11-09T19:23:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stopchildhomelessness.org\/?page_id=121"},"modified":"2020-11-10T13:18:46","modified_gmt":"2020-11-10T18:18:46","slug":"stay-informed","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/stopchildhomelessness.org\/stay-informed\/","title":{"rendered":"Stay Informed"},"content":{"rendered":"

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<\/p>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\"Slide\"\n\"\" \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/rs-layer>Meet Rene \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/rs-layer>I was so hungry all of the time and I remember my mommy waking me up early on Saturday mornings so we could have breakfast from a church who served it under the bridge with other homeless people. Sometimes we got to share a bed and other times we slept with other people in a big room at the homeless shelter. It was always scary. I wore the same clothes every day because mommy said we couldn\u2019t carry too much while we walked around looking for food and a place to sleep. The shelters were so cold and their blankets were very thin, but it was way better than the nights outside. I cried when my mommy told me that we finally had a home to live in and that I would never be cold and hungry again.
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