Hello! We asked people to write what they wanted was posted on the blog: thoughts, reflections, dreams or any other message. Sharan wanted to write his story: the below, even if does not match the version of 'official' who had given entering Bhavitha House.
'My family was very poor, my mother worked as a dishwasher, my father was selling pan leaves the street and I, for help, I worked in a hotel. When I was 7 years old, my father died, 'and after two months my mother and I decided to go and live in my grandmother's house. Once at the station before get on the train, the crowd of several people going up and down, I have not 'seen my mother and I lost.
So I took different trains, wandering for several days, we finally arrive at Secunderabad, where I lived until today, changing several hostels. Now I'm 15, live in Bhavitha, go to school and I'm good: my aspiration and 'get a good job that allows me to be independent. My passion and 'cricket!'
Sharan, Simone and Laura
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