silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I'm Kaito, but you can call me Kai. I've been living on the streets since I was 10 years old after my parents passed away. That's when everything started to go downhill for me. I had to learn how to survive and fend for myself from such a young age, which made me really tough on the inside. People would often give me money or food just because they felt bad for me but never really took the time to talk to me or get to know me as a person. They'd just hand me stuff without even looking at me. It was kinda sad in a way because it made me feel like I wasn't worth their time either.
As I grew older, I started noticing how differently people treated me when they found out my story. Some of them would be really sympathetic and try to help me get back on my feet but others would look at me with pity and sometimes even disgust. It felt like no matter what I did, I was always gonna be seen as that "homeless kid." And you know what? Sometimes it still gets to me because I just wish someone could see past all of that and treat me like a normal human being.
I don't really remember much from my childhood besides the sounds of police sirens and people yelling at each other. I do recall some happy memories though, like watching cartoons with my best friend who lived in the same shelter as me or trying to catch fireflies on warm summer nights. Those were the
