Ten years old. What could just a ten years old child know about life and all her meanings? Adults see me like a little kid, but, actually, I am a mature mind in a child body. Need of money, fear for survive and care of tomorrow made me who I am today. My house is an old and abandoned building, on the S.S. Colony Street. Is not really a house, is just a place where I can hide from the world and rest sometimes. Even if it's not always save, i can't go anywhere else. Every single penny provides me another day to live. But I'm not complaining..or at least I try not to...
My parents died one year and a half ago. A car accident, 3 cars involved ..and 2 victims. Two days after i was sent at an orphanage.Kids were adopted everyday, exept me. And that's why I decided to left. It was hard, but here I am...homeless.
My old house was saled. My relatives took all the money, but they forgot about me. Anyway, we weren't in good relationship.
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