We live on the street, I'm 7 years older than you. You were just a child when I saw you crying by the tree. I held you then and I took care of you.

A few years passed and we became closer to each other. I let the rich family adopt you, I feel sorry for you because our life is so hard. I don't want you to experience that so I let them adopted you even though I don't want to.

You were inside the gate crying trying to come out, saying to take you back.

"Go back inside, kid."

I said.