I have always been poor. Ever since I have first recognized my name - Luhan - I had known what it meant to starve for days, waiting for my mother to be able to buy even a small loaf of bread or one liter of milk.

At those times, I had thought it was normal. But seeing people look at me as if I was worth nothing: it made me wonder. 

I wondered why my father had died so early - according to my mother, at least - or why my mother could never get a proper job. She didn't have the education, sure, but she was a hard-worker. She would have been willing to clean toilets just for a few coins: and yet, no one hired her.

Those who had more money than us, felt repulsed by our presence. 

Surely, they didn't know what we had gone through. They didn't know anything at all..

And yet, there was only one boy that ever stopped to listen.