I would revisit my early days of campaigning from time to time, remembering the reasons I pushed my own limits and the distances that I was willing to go. The satisfaction of receiving cash in my hands with the exchange of a t-shirt told me that I was worthy. I was proving to myself that the adults were wrong about me, I was not someone dependent on others and I would not harp on your handouts. I loathed and refused to accept their prejudices, and so I stood tall on my feet and lifted my chin as I garnered support with a t-shirt that spoke of love and hope. I wanted people to support my belief with their hearts and not pity, which was why I forced myself to feel proud and smiled as genuinely as I could even when I was ignored by passersby.
Note: This shall be the starting paragraph of my second book. I have noticed that many people don’t quite understand what I am doing all these years, so I decided to write about it.