My name is Phyllis.
I moved to America from Jamaica when I was a young girl with my mother and my two sisters.
We had know health insurance.
I went to high school.
I am fifty-three years old.
I have one son.
I’ve been cleaning the houses of rich white America for thirty years.
My 38F breast breaking my back as I vacuum and vacuum.
I have know health insurance.
Until three years ago I lived in a house with my boyfriend Winston of seventeen years, our son, my two sisters, my sisters three children, and my brothers son.
Our house had two bedrooms.
Three years ago I married Winston.
Winston worked at an auto body shop.
He had know health insurance.
Together we bought our first house.
We bought furniture.
We had a mortgage.
On December 22, 2007 Winston dropped dead.
Winston had a massive heart attack.
Winston had know health insurance.
One year later I am living with my son.
I still clean the houses of rich white America.
My 38F breast still breaking my back.
We have nothing.
I cannot pay my mortgage.
We still have know health insurance.
