A MISTREATED CHILD

 Our father died when we are  still young, our mather left use with our grandmother. Our grandmother treated us badly, we were forced to do hard work, not giving us food, no way to sleep and we were forced to run away from home. I went to the streets in the town and i started staying on the streets. Here came a group of people under an organization called child care which picked me and they took me they care for me and am getting everything i need.

Location: SSENYANGE, MASAKA, UGANDA