During the rainy period, the basement leaks and that is how we get water to drink and to wash our dirty torn clothes. Like My Mother would always say,” Do not wash the clothes too hard so it won't get torn too much”. We use dirty water to survive for our daily needs. During the day, we would go out to the streets to beg for food from other rich men's houses just to survive but at the end, we would be kicked out like dogs. We even received insults from so many people. One day, when the Suffering became too much that we could barely eat, I went into the market and stole some cooked rice that would be enough for Myself and My Family. On getting home, I found My Mum roasting a dead rat saying “ Let's use it as meat for our food” and we ate it without feeling disgusted because we had nothing to eat. I never knew that the owner of the cooked rice had trailed me down to where I was. She came into the basement and sent her boys to beat me until my face was swollen and injured. I bled from My Mouth and My eyes were like I was going to faint soon. The woman called me a...