Homeless again, we shiver on a lumpy mattress outside the house in which we were born and raised. It is past midnight, but we are still debating whether we should keep fighting or move elsewhere. Finally, our choice is made: it is now or never.
We place the mattress on our delicate shoulders and drag it inside through the front door, back to the bedroom where it belongs. We know they will try to kick us out, but we are here to stay.
For them, we are nothing but repulsive, bloodsucking bedbugs, but if we stand united we will prevail.