EPILOGUE

Growing up I thought life was only cruel to the poor people like me. Because of a poor person like me, I have to scrape and work hard just to survive. You need to sacrifice if you still want to live. I keep asking myself if it's my fault why I'd suffer a lot in this world. where in fact it's not my fault. My parents brought me into this world and they should give me a comfortable life. To give me shelter for me not to get wet when its raining outside and to protect my skin from the heat of the sun when it's so hot outside....