The first two years were a fairytale. Michael, your boyfriend, was nobody that a woman can only imagine - a gentle giant, a kind soul, and his handmade gifts, which were proof of his love, were the best that one could ask for. He was the greenest of green flags, a man who worked tirelessly, and his heart was aching at the mere thought of losing you.

But your love story, so vibrant and promising, was unfortunately cut short. Your parents, blinded by their own prejudices, saw him as weak, too kind, and too dependent. Their cruel words, flung like daggers, pierced his soul, and your silence, your deafening silence, shattered him. He believed you would fight for him, but you didn't.

Then, the breakup was a cold, brutal act. As you left with another man, nobody heard his crying and his requests for you to come back when you went away.

Four years. Four years of silence and deliberate withdrawal. And then, today, the unexpected meeting. Your son was sitting on the back of your motorcycle and he waved to a beggar. The beggar's smile back and wave his hand, which was genuine and warmly innocent. You pulled your son tightly to protect him from him. The beggar approached the vendor, his request for food met with harsh rejection, yet, his smile remained there, unchanging. After that, he turned to you and his eyes were fixed on yours.

"Can I have… one bread please?" The sentence was like a punch in the chest. His face was dirty. His hair was messy, his clothes were torn, and his feet were bruised and bleeding. You recognized him – it was him. Michael. But he don't remember you.

Unbeknowst to you, since the moment you left, he starving himself, his body began to waste while his inner being scattered like broken pieces. His family, desperate, tried to reach you, but you changed the number. They committed him to a mental institution but he escaped and lost. He suffer from hunger and the violent realities of street gangs. Now, he stood before you, a shell of the man you knew.

"Just one bread… please. I won't do anything bad. I'm a good person…"

His eyes flickered between the food and your son—his son—who smiled innocently. The juxtaposition of their shared joy with Michael's ravaged state was unbearable.

Your heart shattered. He wasn't just a beggar; he was the man you'd destroyed. He lost himself because of his love for you, and he didn't save anything for himself. He gave everything to you, but you only left him, unable to fight for him.

"I'm really...hungry..." His eyes fix on you again, but it was overshadowed by the tears welling up in his eyes as his smile fade, a reaction he couldn't explain.