The day drew to a close, leaving me weary. Home beckoned with its comfort. Yet, a strange sense of being followed stirred within me. With a backward glance, I spotted a small child, messy hair, and empty eyes fixed on me. He'd trailed me silently, clothes dirty. A mixture of curiosity and fear filled me as I slowed, taking in the sight. The brown-haired child, with a touch of hope behind his vacant gaze, continued to follow me on this strangely unnerving walk home."The day was drawing to a close and left me tired. Home beckoned with its comfort. But in I had the strange feeling of being followed. When I turned around, I saw a small child with disheveled hair and empty eyes that were directed at me. It had followed me in silence, its clothes were dirty. A mixture of curiosity and Fear filled me as I slowly walked towards the child and took in the sight. The brown-haired child, with a hint of hope behind his empty gaze, looked at me calmly and tugged on my sleeve, holding a large red book in his hand. . I asked the child what he was doing out here alone at this time of day.-

,,...they left me alone...I am alone,I am hungry and I am cold..." he mumbled.