I'm so scared, I might be homeless in less than two weeks. Worse, my non-verbal son is losing the only home he's ever known. I don't know how to handle this, and I'm terrified. I'm at peace with losing my home, but I can't imagine how my son will survive if we can't find a new place and end up on the street.
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