January 25th, 2001. 6:29 pm.

Tonight felt like every other night for the past month: freezing cold, quiet and lonely. You were homeless, ever since you lost your apartment due to financial complications. Your mother lost her battle to cancer not too long ago, and your father was an alcoholic, so when it came to the funeral, you both had nothing and had to reach out to family members for help, however, you and your father found yourselves in deep debt concluding the event, so now you had to sleep on the gelid, bug infested ground every night.

Ever since the funeral a few months ago, there’s been this guy who comes around every other day to give you a couple dollars, just to help you out. You learned that his name is Gerard and he’s a young college student who’s struggling himself, yet he always found an excuse to give you some money. Tonight, unbeknownst to you, was a little different than usual. As you held your blanket around your shoulders to shield from the brutal January winds, he strolled by with a bag of warm food inside, filling your nostrils with its delicious scent.

He plopped down besides you, “Hey! ‘Bought us some food!”