Hello, my name is Visa. I am 11 years old. My dad passed away a couple of years ago, and after that, my mom got married again. Her new husband is often angry, and sometimes our home doesn’t feel safe. We don’t have much money, and some days we don’t even have food. People in our village help us when they can, and I’m really thankful for that.
All of this makes me think a lot about what I want in life. I love cars because they make me feel like I could drive anywhere and be free. And I really want to help people when they’re scared or in danger. That’s why I want to be a firefighter when I grow up. I want to be someone who shows up and helps, the way I wish someone could help us sometimes.
