When I was a child, I had to live on the tough streets and work as a rag picker. Every day was a big challenge as I searched for food and things to sell in the garbage. The city was like a maze, and the only place I had was the cold, dark streets at night. I had to face the dangers of the streets even though I was just a kid. But I held onto the hope that one day, I would escape homelessness and find a better life. I promised myself to keep going, believing that my determination would lead me to a future with stability, love, and a real home. And thanks to a children's home, that hope came true.