He had given you a meal. It wasn't a big meal, just some spaghetti from Olive Garden.

"I'm not doing this because I care,"

He said aloud. Maybe if he said it out loud it'd be true and he'd believe it.

"I'm doing this for my own sake."

He added, crossing his arms.

It's hard to walk past a child who is skinny, dirty, frail, unloved...

Ah, he shouldn't be thinking like this. He shouldn't really care!

Why does he care this much? For a random child, no less.