"I don't care about my self I just care for my things. Even if they hate me I still love them. I don't know where I came from, whose my parents, cousins, friends.... relatives someone took me to a hidden place I almost travelled the whole earth because of that...... and i need a job....and I bump into a groups........ people love them and yes ,me too but I need to act like I don't know them.... then suddenly....... I asked to my self " what's the meaning of this?"........this is me..... I'm.... .???I don't really know my true name.... ......."