I have met a child, at a square of a poor neighborhood in Athens, Greece, his name is Petros, he’s 10 years old coming from Albania.At first I noticed he’s always out of the house and I wondered why his parents are never around. As I was getting to know him, I realized he’s only living with his father, he’s not working as he’s an unregistered citizen, especially during the quarantine, his situation has become even more difficult. Petro’s mother has abandoned him many years ago. Every time I meet him I ask him what he had for lunch or breakfast, his answer is always the same, just a simple toast. Since then, I tried helping him with clothes, food or anything I can do. though I am not rich myself either. He’s a very smart and sensitive boy but his life won’t help him become the adult he is meant to be. I try to raise some money to give them to his father so they can have a better life and for Petros to be able to get the most out of life.