Taehyung Every morning, as the first light of dawn breaks through the cracks of my tiny room, I brace myself for another day. The walls are thin, and the sounds of the bustling city seep in, a constant reminder of the life I strive to escape. I come from a family that knows the sting of poverty all too well. My parents work tirelessly, but the weight of bills and responsibilities often feels too heavy for their weary shoulders. I’ve learned that we cannot afford even the smallest luxuries, so I’ve taken it upon myself to contribute—no matter how insignificant my efforts may seem. I start my day by picking up garbage from house to house, a task that many wouldn’t dare to do, but for me, it offers a sense of purpose. As I walk the streets, the scent of refuse mingles with the aroma of fresh bread from a nearby bakery, and I can’t help but feel a pang of envy wash over me. I see families enjoying their

breakfasts, their laughter echoing down the street, while I carry the weight of my family’s struggles on my back. Still, I smile at those I meet. I guess you could say I wear my kindness like armor; it helps me cope with the harsh realities of my world. Cleaning the dirty roadside walls is another task that I take on, scrubbing away the grime that clings to the city like a ghost. With each stroke of my brush, I imagine a brighter future for myself and my family, one where we don’t have to worry about the next meal or the rent that is always just out of reach. It’s hard work, but I find solace in the rhythm of my movements, a meditative escape from the harshness of life

Taehyung: he is cleaning the channel the centre of the road where water and garbage collects and throwing the water