My name is Abdul Wadudud, an eight-year-old boy. I was one and a half years old when I lost my father, and since then, I see children with their parents buying toys and candy, and I wonder about my father. Whenever I ask my mom, she says he's gone to heaven and I wonder when he will come back to buy me Eid clothes and a new bike. My mom can't afford to buy me a bike; half of what we have goes to rent because we live far away from our city after we were abandoned, and the other half goes to household expenses. Let's give Abdul Wadudud and his family hope with a little help that can make a difference in their lives.