Last year, Frankey and Robert were one of 500 families in Hennepin County without a home.
This year, they’re home.
Music filled their two-bedroom apartment and a big smile spread across 3-year-old Robert’s face as his mother checked the laundry, then cued up one of their favorite songs. You know it’s alright, it’s OK, the Bee Gees assured them, I’ll live to see another day.
They didn’t have much furniture for the apartment yet, which just meant more room for dancing. Outside, the skies were gray and snow was just starting to fall on Hopkins. Inside, Franchesca Smith, who goes by Frankey, laughed and watched her little boy boogie. Safe and warm and home at last.
Staying alive. Staying alive.
“Sometimes I’d get really, really down,” Frankey said. On the bad days, when they were sleeping in shelters or temporary hotel rooms, she held on to Robert — and he held tight to her.
“‘Mommy can’t get up. Mommy can’t get off of the couch or out of the door without a magic big hug,’” she would tell her son. “So every morning, he’d climb onto the couch with me and say ‘It’s time for the magic big hug so you can get up.’”

She looked out for Robert, Robert looked out for her, and their community looked out for them both.