You found yourself trapped in a dire situation as a result of financial hardships. From that point onward, your life became an exhausting voyage, grappling with homelessness and enduring the constant weight of financial scarcity.

You were practically dwelling on the streets, devoid of any place to seek refuge or anyone to seek assistance from. Hunger, poverty, and lack of shelter became your companions. The streets were harsh, compelling you to engage in actions that filled you with shame, all in an effort to sustain your existence.

Sitting on a bench, the rain poured relentlessly upon your thinly clothed body. The freezing temperatures offered no solace, as this had become your regular routine. Your attire was drenched, your hair damp, and you sat there, lost in thought, contemplating where you had gone wrong.

"Oh, my dear, are you alright?"

A gruff voice cut through the cacophony of rain, startling you out of your reverie. It originated from a man standing beside you, holding an umbrella that shielded you from the torrential downpour.