When I was 6 years old my parents passed away in a car crash,I had no place to go so I ended up living on the streets all alone. I tried going to an orphanage but nobody accepted me and said that they were full up.I began ringing doorbells and ask people if they had a place for me to live,I didn't care if they were crazy I just wanted a roof over my head. The luckiest day of my life was when I rang a doorbell and the person who answered accepted me to be part of their family...