It was a foggy day in January when he was discharged from the hospital. Nurses and doctors were happy that finally, he was able to walk on his own but on the other hand, Mick was just thinking where would he go now. He picked up his belongings and when he was doing so a photo of his adoptive parents fell on the ground, he picked it up. His eyes were full of tears, he hurriedly moved out of the hospital and sat under the shadow of the tree. That day he finally cried his eyes out. After doing a part-time job for some months, he again had to leave his part-time job as his health deteriorated more. Now he had no source of income left. He started using his savings to pay for his medicines and other bills. Soon it too started to exhaust. What would he do now?