I remember life very difficult. My father left at 6 in the morning and stayed away all day until midnight. I had to stand up and cook for him when he came home. My brothers helped to fetch water and firewood. My father is an alcoholic. He comes home drunk every night. My older brother was hanging around. I and my little brother went to school. My father hit me and my brothers.

What are the good memories?
The garden. When we had nothing to eat we could find something in the garden. Some vegetable and fruits.
It was difficult to be in school and be hungry.
In C.G. we get education and food and friends and we have many activities.
When you are poor everything is difficult. No school, no food.

What will you bring to the World Home?
Shoes for children!
Don't forget che street children! They are in their own planet because nobody cares for them. They have nothing to eat, no clothes, no care. When they see people who have and they have nothing - they steal.