Problems I think my problems are big,you probably do to.I always thought I was the worst off but just imagine this: You have nowere to go,even your family has rejected you.by day you sell bits and bobs on the street hoping for enough to buy food. By night you sleep on the streets under any form of shelter you can find,your pillow is a cardboard box and your duvet is a torn ragged dirty blanket thinner than your little finger . Your clothes are so small the rips in them are stretched and widened with every step and you are abused more and more every day.your twelve years old and have already had to leave school so you can support yourself and you have no money to buy school uniform. Is it fair we live in a world with fellow being so badly off as this?and do you really have anything to complain about?