Uganda, May 10 -- At sunrise, the city stretches awake-shops roll open, taxis honk into motion, and sidewalks begin to fill. Among the early risers are children. Not in uniforms, heading to school, but in worn-out clothes, clutching bottles, scraps, or nothing at all.For them, the street is not a shortcut or a playground. It is home. Their journeys here are rarely simple. Behind every child on the pavement is a story that began somewhere else-often in a place that was meant to be safe. For 13-year-old Musa [name changed], the turning point came quietly. What began as occasional arguments at home slowly turned into a daily conflict. Food became scarce, and school became a luxury. One night, after a violent confrontation, he walked out and ...