I am living in the dump yard on the outskirts of ongole in a very pathetic condition. My family has no food, shelter and clothing and is unable to afford me. In my past, I found myself trapped in the relentless cycle of child labor, toiling away in a dumping yard surrounded by mountains of garbage and trash. The air was thick with the stench of waste, and each day was an arduous battle against the filth and decay. Finally I moved to a great place and I am really thankful for this children's home forever.