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When we arrived, I stepped out onto the cold concrete, and I instantly had this gross feeling in the pit of my stomach. My lips instantly began to chatter, it was foggy and muggy out. The sky couldn’t decide whether or not it wanted to rain. My attention quickly changed when I began to look around, I was disgusted this wasn’t a home; it didn’t even look like a functioning place to be. There were millions of things every which way you looked. There was a broken down car and motor home in the drive way, and a cemetery right next door. I began walking to the door of the house, or more like and entrance to a black hole. As I was walking my baby cousin London was crawling toward me and between us on the floor was broken glass bottles my heart began to fall as I speed up my pace to quickly grab her and get her out of harm’s way. When I picked her up she was cold, only wearing a top and a diaper. After quickly picking her up I went into the house to change her and get her a cup. When I entered, I was taken back. It was a mess. There were clothes and trash everywhere. I couldn’t even see the floor. So I continued on and entered into the kitchen where it was just as bad.