Chapter 4 - The Fight For Food

I am no longer David. I am only 'the boy'. I have no family I have no bed. I only have an army cot in the basment and the same clothes day after day week after week. Mother does not feed me very much. I am lucky to get a few crumbs at breakfast. I began to steel food, from school, from the store, from the freezer in the basement. But that came to an end when Mother got a call from a store manager. I was treated worse than a dog. I had my face shoved in baby poop. I had swallowed ammonia and Clorox. I even had to swallow dish soap one time. It dryed my throat and when I tryed to drink water it gave me diaria. I was so embarrased when father pulled into the garage while I was squating into a bucket. All I really want is one good meal!