The boy grew up as a brother to the girl. She named him Kirk. She used to beg in the streets all day and feed Kirk and herself with whatever they have accumulated. The NGO s for children did not exist during that time. They were thus, helpless. Kirk was just five when he went out with his sister to beg for food. His sister was ten years at that time when she thought for the first time about stealing. They used to start out in the morning in different directions. She used to steal little amounts of food items from the rich houses. Kirk would sometimes get lost between the numerous avenues and streets but she would always find him by the evening. Time flew with innumerable hardships for this sibling. Kirk's sister was thirteen years when she suddenly became sick. Kirk was eight and begged day and night to save her. However, she died of hunger with a slight smile on her face. She had given Kirk a little plastic locket before dying. He cried that day again but no one listened just like the day his father threw him on the streets. He eventually grew up alone at the foot of the rich people, begging at the streets. He was fourteen when he got a job at a rich merchant's garden as a gardener. He looked really thin with one or two grey hair and few visible wrinkles on his face.