Hii... I live on the street with my mother. We don't have any specific place to stay, but we manage to find a shed during rough days. My mother feeds me from the scavenging rubbish and exposed garbage. But few people give us biscuits and bread crumbs. My mother takes care of me and I love her a lot. But today I have lost my mother. She was running towards me with a piece of bread in her mouth and she was hit by a car. After the accident, the person who hit my mother remained in his car and went on his way. It seemed he had no responsibility in the matter. Maybe because he had injured a dog, not a human being. Many people came and made sad faces but no one stepped forward to help. My mother was severely injured in the accident and wasn't able to move from her place to the side of the road. I was traumatized by the accident. I tried to pull her to my side of the road but I wasn't strong enough. She had lost a lot of blood and after some time, I saw her motionless. And her bod...