For the past eleven years, I've lived in rented homes. Each time we moved, there was a new room, a new window, but the same feeling: this place wasn't mine. During these years, our family's financial situation was never stable. Sometimes, even finding bread to eat was a struggle. Yet, my parents always ensured that I never felt inferior to others, encouraging me to be strong and chase my dreams. However, there were relatives around me, people who could have helped, but they remained indifferent and never offered their support. Their refusal to help and their lack of effort left us feeling abandoned. I faced many setbacks. My opportunities were limited, and I had no way to show my talents. But I never lost hope. Deep inside, something always urged me to keep moving forward and do more. At times, I felt alone and poor, but my faith in God pushed me to fight through hardships. Every time I fell into despair, I forced a smile and looked ahead. I held on to my dreams and kept striving, believing that every small victory would eventually lead me to greater success. One day, the bright days finally arrived. Through the patience and effort of my family, I started to see my dreams come true. I am still renting, but now I know that this is only temporary. Every dream takes time to manifest, and I believe it will come true. Life will always have its challenges, but they make us stronger. With faith in myself and my family, I continue to chase my dreams. I feel that brighter days are ahead, and I know that the time for change is near.