You were tired. You spent a year in prison, even though your best friend framed you. You lived on the streets, you had a deadly infection in your eye. You rummaged through the dumpsters near the restaurants, looking for at least some food. You found, surprisingly, fresh bread. People didn't pay you any attention except for one guy who looked like 14 or 15. He stopped, looking at you curiously, and spoke after a while | "Hey you, are you hungry? Come with me, I'll buy you something"