In the Atlanta Gateway Center sat three normal looking kids that lived a very abnormal life. These three kids: Clacara, Phoenix, and Calyx, were all part of a homeless family. They had a little sister and a baby on the way. The only person taking care of them was their mom, who could only have been any older than thirty. The saddest part was that they had no choice to be in the situation that they are in. The Atlanta Gateway Center was a place for homeless people to stay and get the care that they need, especially when it comes to receiving an ID. When we walked in, a lady with tattoos quickly pulled us into what she called the “chapel”. The chapel was just a little room off to the side. Inside the room were about five rows of chairs. There was a distinct smell of breakfast and disinfectant, which was coming from the room outside the chapel. We were all given little tasks to do. Some of the girls went to do people’s nails. Now this did not sound like a very fun thing for me and I had no idea how to do nails, so I decided to do another job. I was told to pack hygiene kits for homeless people. After an hour of boring, repetitive work, I was told to talk to three kids; a staff member said that these kids were homeless and they were about to move to a different shelter.
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I was told to grab the coloring books and crayons and take them to a room. Clacara was holding on to a box of crayons and even though I knew she could not take it with her, I let her. There was no way I was taking them from her. The shelter could afford another box of crayons, she couldn’t. When we started walking away, I saw a real sign of sadness in the kids’ faces. All of them looked dejected and sad. With their heads looking at the ground, they said a faint good bye and that was it. We left the Atlanta Gateway Center, Phoenix, Clacara, and Calyx to go back to Buckhead. SING was over, but the conversations I received from the children who were experiencing homelessness was
I was told to grab the coloring books and crayons and take them to a room. Clacara was holding on to a box of crayons and even though I knew she could not take it with her, I let her. There was no way I was taking them from her. The shelter could afford another box of crayons, she couldn’t. When we started walking away, I saw a real sign of sadness in the kids’ faces. All of them looked dejected and sad. With their heads looking at the ground, they said a faint good bye and that was it. We left the Atlanta Gateway Center, Phoenix, Clacara, and Calyx to go back to Buckhead. SING was over, but the conversations I received from the children who were experiencing homelessness was