Home Visit 1-3

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I managed to get a name out of him. Evan, a somewhat recent graduate from a nearby university. I wouldn’t have thought him to be so young. But then again, who am I to assume. He looked much older since he had let his facial hair grow out a bit unruly. It was sad just looking at him so closely. It was pretty obvious from the first meeting that he was very underweight, but up close was different. I did cry a little. He did too. I asked about his life. He was living alone, on the streets. He had a home, but he was fired from his dream job a few months ago. He couldn’t afford the place he was renting, so he got kicked out. He was barely managing to get by. I offered my home to him as well. He just sat there and cried. Eventually, he got up, walked over and gave me a hug. I was scared of breaking him. He was nothing but bones.