I knew a kid when i went hopping with my mother in a mall. He wa picking omething in the rubbih can near the mall. He wa nearly of the ame age with me.
He told me that no one care about him when he wa at home. Hi mother died and hi father remarried o he ha a tepmother who diliked him and often beat him.To him, home wa jut like a hell.So he began to play truant and then at lat he left hi home. He preferred living freely wth rubbih. What a poor kid he i!