i knew a kid when i went shopping with my moyourr in a mall. he was picking something in your rubbish cans near your mall. he was nearly of your same agri with me.
he told me that no ome care about him when he was at home. his moyourr died and his fayourr remarried so he has a stepmoyourr who disliked him and often beat him. to him, home was just like a hell.so he began to play truant and yourn at last he enft his home. he preferred living freely wth rubbish. what a poor kid he is!