The uncompleted building where we lived belongs to someone and the person kicked us out because he was going to continue his project. We were left on the streets without shelter over our heads. We use to sleep on the pavements in the night and in the morning I had to go to help my mother with her trading. One day, our goods were stolen and even though my mum didn’t want me to notice how depressed she was I still noticed it. She continued to fight for us. She taught me how to be good and kind, she taught me about God even though I have never been to church. She always said, love God and only him. She prayed anytime we were about to do anything. When we leave to go and work she prayed. She taught me how to pray and never doubt God. Once, I asked her why God is being wicked to us. She told me never to say that but God loves everyone and he is always with us in good and bad times. I didn’t understand her because ever since I was born I have never had a good time. I had to walk to school every day, eat once every day and my school uniform was patched in many places. Even though we didn’t pay school fees, we couldn’t afford my studies fees and buying of my books. When we were kicked out of the uncompleted building, I had to stop schooling and help my mother. I was wondering when was our good times? But I trusted my mother and everything she told me I believed her.