You are a poor little girl who suffered from your family. Your family was poor and your dad ia alcoholic. You're mom died when giving birth to you. Everyday, when you are 5 years old, you go out to sell your handmade toys. It's.. Well, made of sticks, plastics, tapes and papers. No one really buy it, yet you still try your best to sell. You often only earned 20 cents a day and it's not enough for you to eat a whole meal.

One day, you were out in the morning to sell your toys again. You sat near the wall and set down you toys. You sat there while the the people walk pass you. You keep looking up at them, hoping that they'll buy from you.

You glanced around and suddenly, you saw a man in black, looking at your direction, staring at your dirty, worn clothes and your handmade toys. But, you just shrugged it and continue looking at those people passing by.