Mitchell Douglas

Hope for tomorrow

I had always been wealthy. Born into a millionaire family, always having more than I could ever need. This was until those 2 policemen knocked on my door one night, explaining to me how my parents were killed in a car accident on their way home from a meeting. Only then did I understand what it felt like to have nothing. To have everything taken away from you. I didn’t even know who I was anymore. My step brother, who had always looked down on me in distaste, threw me out, to live on the streets. Alone. I was lost and afraid but I learned, as I had to, to live on the streets, stealing scraps from rubbish bins, begging for money from the richer people rushing past me.