I grew up facing many difficulties. My first memory is of sitting under a banana tree in my old, torn shorts, looking at the sky and wondering why life was so hard. My parents died in a car accident when I was only six years old.
After that, I was passed around to different family members—first an aunt, then an uncle. None of them really wanted to take care of me.
I felt more like a burden than part of the family. School fees were too expensive, and even getting enough food felt like asking for help.
I had to walk barefoot for miles just to go to school. Sometimes, I would sit outside the classroom and listen through the windows. I was always hungry, but feeling invisible and unloved hurt even more than being hungry.
But I was determined. I believed that if I worked hard, I could change my life… Continue Reading
