I used to go to boarding school two years back. I was good in studies but later my mother couldn’t afford to pay my school fees and I left studying. I was in grade three. My father is ill and cannot live without alcohol. Whatever my mother earns working for people spends on rented room and to look after my sisters. I live in the streets with other friends, beg and enjoy with others. I sometimes go to see my mother. She wants me to stay with her but I cannot because sniffing glue has become my habit and I enjoy in the streets. I often see my father lying drunk in the streets.