Sit-it-out family

 We coasted past a disused factory, then some abandoned office buildings surrounded by weeds.

‘What a waste,’ my father muttered.

‘Wonder what happened to everyone?’ my sister asked.

‘Left to seek a better life, or just trying to cling on to their old one.’

‘And us?’

‘There are those that leave, those that fight, trying to revive a place, and those that just sit it out. We were born and raised here. Its home, but there’s no point fighting a battle that can’t be won. Not unless you’re a billionaire.’

‘We’re a sit-it-out family?’

‘Where would we go?’

‘To Momma?’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.