In my past, I lived as a street kid, forgotten by the city. From morning to night, I wandered through busy streets, feeling alone and abandoned as everyone rushed past me. I had to learn how to survive with what little the city had to offer, searching for food and a place to sleep in hidden spots. The other street kids became like family to me, and we shared this uncertain journey together. Even though life was tough, I held onto the hope that one day, people would see past my ragged appearance and recognize my potential. Despite the challenges, I dreamed of a different life, where the streets wouldn't define me, and I could build a future full of opportunities. Thanks to a children's home, that hope became a reality.