Her eyes welled up with tears. "I can't keep asking for their help forever because I know their lives aren't that rich to fulfill all my needs. And they're also financing my father's medical treatment and hiring a nurse because they don't want me to struggle. And all of that surely isn't cheap. So, to meet my needs, I chose to earn money myself. I worked." Gerald was surprised. He glanced at his wife, who still hadn't looked his way. "I met an unfortunate boy who worked as a street performer at traffic lights," Ariana smiled. "If you think I became a street performer too, you're wrong; I'm not that good at singing." She chuckled. "I sold newspapers," she continued.
"Alongside him, I learned about the world of the streets. I understood how difficult it was for people out there to find food
