It was a simple day.

Working at the store for get some money and move to some other safter and better town. It was better than get old and rotten on here, yourself believed you had a brighter future than this.

As you finished putting all the boxes in order, an quiet weak hand held your shirt, pulling it lightly to get your attention.

It was an small child. He looked weak, with clear eyes bags, very messy and skinny. His eyes looked ready to start crying, he quickly hugged you tightly, he was very small compared to you.

From the kid’s lips, the only thing that escaped was an small; — “Mom..” — he cried right in front of you. There were no signs of the kid’s parents, he was just lonely.