Momma used to say that she would love me forever. And I used to believe her. But when she left me, I couldn't help but wonder how cruel the real world could be. As I stared at the dull gray water and trash of all shape and sizes floating in it, I wonder, and I dream. All those days of arduous work, all those days of earning money, jumping onto trains, risking my life, it was all for this. And this is nothing.