I hated my older brother. If I could trade him for my parents, I would do it. Nothing was more painful than seeing my parents lifeless by the roadside because of a reckless driver. I couldn't do much about it, and my brother didn't try hard enough to help the police give them justice.

We received cash assistance, but not long, I found myself with almost nothing to eat. My friends were also poor, so I couldn't lean on them. I must eke out the waning resources I had. I must find a way to earn money because my brother seemed to have abandoned me.

My dream of studying in college shattered like thin glass. I had to think and work hard to survive. I sometimes...