I thought there is no more hope for me.
I followed the boys on the street, drinking homebrew and taking marijuana. I was just roaming around.
Even though my father had a job, I still felt that there was emptiness in my life. It was worthless. I was not satisfied with my life because I really wanted to complete my schooling somehow.
Then I heard people mention the name of this place, City Mission. I wondered, what kind of place is City Mission?
That was when I came to live with my relatives in Port Moresby. I decided to find out more about City Mission.