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7/25/2025, 12:43:40 AM
ENDLESS BAMES
7/24/2025, 10:42:18 AM
>>511208595
>be me
>21 y/o single mum in South London
>lil man just turned 7, cutest smile in the manor
>NHS nurse workin night shifts, barely sleepin, barely eatin
>council flat but the lease under private landlord innit
>old pakistani man runs the place, been chill mostly
>always said “you’re like my daughter” n that
>think man’s got my back
>one day knock on the door while I’m nappin before shift
>him standin there lookin bare awkward
>“Sorry beti… I have to give notice… >government givin me more money to house new arrivals”
>huh.png
>clock what he means
>my flat goin to a family of afghan asylum seekers
>“you’ll find somewhere else, you’re a strong girl”
>init bruv, strength don’t pay rent
>try keep it together
>nod my head, tell him it’s calm
>he pats my son on the head like nothin happened
>2 weeks later, bags packed
>stayin on my bredrin’s sofa in Brixton
>lil man confused, keeps askin when we goin “home”
>home don’t exist nomore
>still doin night shifts
>nappin on a lumpy sofa with my son snorin next to me
>tryna act like everything’s cool
>deep down feel like I failed him
>gov don’t rate me
>landlord don’t rate me
>only one who still smiles at me is my boy
and that’s what keeps me goin
>innit
>be me
>21 y/o single mum in South London
>lil man just turned 7, cutest smile in the manor
>NHS nurse workin night shifts, barely sleepin, barely eatin
>council flat but the lease under private landlord innit
>old pakistani man runs the place, been chill mostly
>always said “you’re like my daughter” n that
>think man’s got my back
>one day knock on the door while I’m nappin before shift
>him standin there lookin bare awkward
>“Sorry beti… I have to give notice… >government givin me more money to house new arrivals”
>huh.png
>clock what he means
>my flat goin to a family of afghan asylum seekers
>“you’ll find somewhere else, you’re a strong girl”
>init bruv, strength don’t pay rent
>try keep it together
>nod my head, tell him it’s calm
>he pats my son on the head like nothin happened
>2 weeks later, bags packed
>stayin on my bredrin’s sofa in Brixton
>lil man confused, keeps askin when we goin “home”
>home don’t exist nomore
>still doin night shifts
>nappin on a lumpy sofa with my son snorin next to me
>tryna act like everything’s cool
>deep down feel like I failed him
>gov don’t rate me
>landlord don’t rate me
>only one who still smiles at me is my boy
and that’s what keeps me goin
>innit
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