Back then, I was only a young boy. Both of my parents died on the day of my birth; my mother, after I was born; and father, on that night; he was too sad of mother's death and died of a heart attack. That was eight years ago. Now I'm living on my own. I've got nothing valuable to the eyes of others. I live in an old wooden shack in the middle of a junkyard of metal. To earn money for food, I collect some of the scraps and sell them at the town. Sometimes, the recycle centre would take these metals. Now that I have some food, I walk back home for breakfast.