One day, several weeks later, during breakfast Alyssa noticed something was wrong with her parents. She tried to ignore it, but finally she couldn’t bear it any longer.
“Um,” she hesitantly spoke up. “Is there something wrong? I mean, you guys aren’t acting normal.”
Her father looked at Mrs. Sunton. She quickly nodded and he asked the family to gather in the family room.
“Kids,” he said seriously “I never in my whole life imagined I would ever be saying this to you guys.”
Carson and John exchanged worried looks. They’d never seen their Dad look like this, not even when he’d lost his job!
“If we don’t pay our mortgage payment within a week we’re going to have to move out. We’ve been several weeks behind paying it for some time, even before I got laid off and the bank is getting impatient.”
Alyssa started, she’d never ever imagined this happening to her family!
“You mean our house is going to be foreclosed?” she said incredulously.
“Yes, I do.” Mr. Sunton looked at each one of them in turn. “If I don’t get a job very soon, or else God provides the money for us somehow, we’re going to be homeless.”
“There is another way…” Mrs. Sunton looked at Alyssa, but Alyssa jumped up angrily.
“Why are you looking at me! We’re not poor, homeless people! There must be something you can do to earn some money!”
“Talk about earning money!” John commented angrily and Alyssa had had enough. She ran up to her room and before long was sobbing on her bed.
musings of a king's daughter 