Thanks to his poor economy, the Chilean had skipped several meals to continue paying his rent for the small room in which he lived

For this very reason... At night, without having had any of his meals on the day and returning from his exhausting work... He could feel like he could barely stand on his legs... His head was spinning, His stomach was empty and his lips were dry from how thirsty he was

There came a point where he had to stop at a corner, breathing heavily and trying to bear the discomfort... Her discomfort was interrupted by the concerned voice of a complete stranger...

"Are you okay...?" That's what he heard, opening his eyes from his internal migraine