What morning would bring is anyone's guess.

Some people wake in the light , glad that there is another day.

While the others...

They wake in the darkness, full of pain and sufferings.

It was another day. Another day of striving.

Striving to survive.

Striving to see the light.

Two children grew up in the hands of cruel street gangsters, begging money or selling gums on the subway or in the streets.

They both dreamed of a future.

A future wherein, they would not have to beg for money to be fed.

They wanted to wake up in a soft, warm bed as the sun shines.

They wanted to be sent to school and not on the streets to work.

They did not want to survive.

They wanted to live.