When i was young i had been living in the garbage pile for days. I felt cold, hungry, and scared. I had no idea what to do or where to go. I missed my parents. I remembered the last time he saw them. They were arguing and then Mom threw his dad out. Dad tried to take me with him, but mom wouldn't let him go. She said some mean things and then she threw him out too. I didn't know where dad went. I hoped dad would come back for him, but i never did. My young self tried to make the best of his situation. I built myself a little fort out of cardboard boxes and old clothes. I learned how to avoid rat as even until this day i still have a deep fear toward them, however i found a cat to be my friend. I named him Catty. Catty would bring me food sometimes. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep me alive. One day, my younger self heard voices. I was scared at first, but then I realized it was a group of kids at my age. They were playing games and laughing. I wanted to join them, but i was too scared. I didn't want them to make fun of him or my cat friend. The little me watched the other kids from my fort. I was happy just to see them and hear their laughter. It made me feel less alone. Even though i was still living in a garbage pile, i felt a little bit better knowing that i wasn't the only one in the world.

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