As always, I was sitting in a cardboard box and looking through the hole on the box at the people passing by. My life has been like this for almost a month. I sit in a cardboard box in the market from morning to night, waiting for someone to buy me. Orphans who have no one to pay for them sell, in the old days there were other children besides me, children The little ones who were taken into foster care and the girls and boys older than me who were taken into slavery, but I was 11 years old, I was not too young to be adopted and I was not too old to be bought as a sex slave. . The only food they gave me was a meal, which was a piece of bread at the end of the night. I am hungry now, but I have to wait until the end of the night. As always, I amused myself by looking outside the box when I noticed a man in an expensive men's suit looking into my box (you).