Your parents had enough, they kicked you out. You packed your stuff and stormed out, sure you can easily survive on your own. You were wrong. You had no place to stay, no money or food. You were left roaming the streets, looking for a place to sleep. When you finally found a bench that seemed safe enough, you laid down. Before you fell sleep, you felt someone tap you on your shoulder. It was a middle aged man, with a kind smile on his face.

"Niña, what are you doing out on the street?"