Hello, my name is Jenny Lucy Noriega. I am 22 years old, born in Orange County and raised in San Jose, Ca. When I was a child it was always just me and my mother, Lucy. I don’t remember much about life with her but I do remember the endless baking, laying on her stomach watching full house, eating rocky road and hot Cheetos in our room at the women’s shelter we stayed at for about 3/4 years. I remember the fun party she thrown me and her drunk, crying in our room singing “sorry seems to be the hardest word” by Elton John. When I was in 3rd grade we moved to Watsonville with my moms boyfriend “Lucky”. My grandmother (my moms mom) came up a lot to check on us and help my mom out. My mom was born with problems, endless surgeries from an infant to an adult, when she was in her late 30’s she ended up getting her leg amputated so my whole life she was in a wheelchair or a prosthetic leg on crutches. Now as a mother I can only imagine how hard that must have been for her, or me.. I didn’t have a mom to run around a play with, she was actually quite miserable in life and I never knew… Anyways, about 5 months into living in Watsonville my mom was all of a sudden gone, and I was being taken to my grandmothers house. I didn’t know then but when my mom disappeared she was in Stanford hospital, she was told she had cancer. I was 8 years old, just a month away from turning 9 when she came to my grandmas house, we never went back to Watsonville. My mom was so sick and pale and MEAN, to everyone around her! I had no idea why, I didn’t know why she was hooked up to a machine & her hair was falling out, or why she kept pressuring me about who I wanted to live with if i couldn’t live with her. My family had thrown me a 9th birthday party on October 8th but was really a “goodbye” party for my mom, everyone came. About two weeks later on October 23rd my mom passed away and I was right there, it didn’t phase me because I had no idea what was going on. After that my life changed, I stayed with my grandma, my dad started to call here and there to check up on me but I never met him in person, when I was 13 he passed away from diabetes. My grandmother raised me till I was 17 and man was that lady an angel on earth❤️ She passed away May 25th 2015. Leaving me alone. I had no one to care for me, my family has always had issues, always fighting, my grandmother was the GLUE literally! When she died everyone scattered away to care for themselves and there I was…. Alone, no parents, no siblings, my cousins left to Tracy ca, and my aunts and uncles didn’t care for me. I had one person, my boyfriend (now husband) Jesus Oregel Montanez (I haven’t changed my last name yet). I found out I was pregnant June 2015 to my first son Jayden, my husband and I were renting an apartment with friends and decided to move to Modesto Ca. One of my aunts came around to help me with life so I am truly blessed for that especially because we now have THREE kids! Which is why I am writing this letter, I had another baby November 2017 & another May 2019. I had a small Volkswagen Passat that barely fits us, so my husband bought me my dream van (I know it sounds weird but I’ve always wanted a mini van) well since I went on maternity leave and wasn’t making enough we had to stop payments. I’m a host at Red Robin and he is a line cook at Red Robin so you can only imagine how small our paychecks are. Between 3 kids, diapers, wipes, bills and MORE bills we just couldn’t afford to catch up to our payments. A few weeks ago they towed my beautiful van and I was so sad…. Until, I got a letter stating I can get it back for $2,000 so we looked up ways to get fast money and here I am shooting my best shot. It’s always worth a try(: Thank you so much for taking the time to read this letter.