I walk through the street; it is dark and a little cold. Especially when I don’t have money to buy clothes. As I walk, I look for some places, where I can spend the night. The streets are empty and I can hear some people talking. When I turned around the corner, I could see a mom with her two children. They owned nothing, like me. The most of my life had been a mess.
When I was a little boy, my life was great until the age of 11. I grew up with a father and a mother and we were living on the streets. We were happy and even we lived on the street didn’t really change that. My parents were homeless when they got me. We had a perfect relationship until that day, where my parents were gone.
It was the day where we were sleeping under the bridge. We slept under the bridge often, and I liked it. My parents stayed up, because they were searching for some food, and when I woke up they weren’t back jet. So I started looking for them, but they were gone. I talked to many people, but no one had seen them. I started looking places where they could be, but they where nowhere to be found.
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