A dirty path leading to the slums was lined with walls of uneven height. Weeds and garbage were snaking along the path under the glass-filled walls. I carefully avoided the dirty puddles formed by garbage and rainwater. I didn't want to face the end of this road but was helpless. The past that I didn't want to look back on hit my brain, and I was filled with hatred and helplessness. That was my childhood.
Mission: Oppose domestic violence, care for minors, prevent crime, and oppose school violence