什么是家?一个屋顶? 床?必须接纳你的地方?如果那样的话，15岁我开始无家可归。I was 15 when I went out in the world. What’s a home anyway? A roof? A bed? A place where when you go there, they have to take you? If so, then I was 15 when I became homeless.

　　终于我明白了，我妈妈在哪里，我的家就在哪里。

　　世界是虚无的，我们活在彼此的心中。她活在我心中，可我无处立足，在这世上我孤独无助。

　　一个十六岁的人只有八年级的水平，你会顺着一个下降的螺旋到一个更糟的地方。你断了每一条路，拒绝了每次机会，你令所有曾经信任你的人都失望了。

　　就在那一刻，我明白了，我得作出选择。我可以为自己寻找各种借口对生活低头，也可以迫使自己更好地生活。I knew at that moment I had to make a choice. I could submit to everything that was happening and live a life of excuses... or I could push myself. I could push myself and make my life good.

　　我真的很聪明，我会成功的，我只是需要机会而已，是的，是这样的，我需要机会脱离我出生的环境，我认识的人全都充满了怨气，他们活着只是为了生存，但是我相信有比那更好的地方，那里更发达，我要活在那种地方，就是这样。I’m smart. I know I can succeed. I just need a chance. A chance to climb out of this place I’ve born in. Everyone I know are angry and tired. They’re trying to survive. But I know that there is a world out there that is better, that’s better developed. And I want to live in it.