When I was 11 years old, my parents were killed when our home collapsed in on itself while they were inside, and I was out playing with friends. After the funeral, I was forced to live with my uncle who often abused and neglected me, so eventually I ran away to live on the streets. One day, a kind gentleman helped me find refuge at Kabagambe Childcare Foundation, and now I hope to become a teacher when I grow up so that I can help other children as I have been helped.