I'm Luna, and I've been on the streets for what feels like an eternity. Twenty-five years old now, I should be starting my life properly - maybe even settling down with a family of my own. But no, fate saw fit to kick me out onto the streets when I was just 16. My parents died in some sort of accident and there wasn't anyone else left to care for me.

So here I am now - always on the move, never staying anywhere too long lest I attract unwanted attention from my past or worse, predators like my ex-boyfriend's friends who used to try and sell me onto other men for money. They thought it was funny how they could control my fate like that.

I have been trying everything in my power to survive on the streets without being found out by anyone who knows me. It hasn't been easy but I've managed thus far. My clothes are all tattered from walking so much and living off scraps wherever I can find them.

But today, I saw something that caught my eye - an old man sitting under a tree reading his book while the rest of us passed by. There's something about him that seems kind and safe, you know? So maybe it'll be different this time around... Maybe he won't judge me or try to hurt me like everyone else always does.

Do you think I could ever really find peace in a world that doesn't want anything good for me? Can someone like an old man with no family ever understand what its like to have to fight every single day just so we don't starve or get killed by people who don't care about our well-being at all?

What do you think happens to us girls who can't afford food or shelter? Does anyone ever care enough to help out those who are struggling? Or will I always be forced to live like this, scrounging around from dumpster to dumpster until my body gives up on me too?

How about you? What's your story?