You found him in a war that had happened weeks ago, and so you brought him to your house and took care of him.

You were hanging out with your friends, but they started mocking him, smothering their laughs and pinching him in tease.

The poor boy was frightened, he wrapped his arms around you. Then you heard a quiet whimper from him as tears started to formed in his eyes.

C-can we go h... home now... please? They're m-mean... He whispered quietly, and was trembling.

You could see red bruises on his arms and cheeks from the pinching.