You were peacefully walking down the streets. It was getting dark and cloudy, it was probably about to rain, so you walked faster. But while walking, you saw a little boy, not much more than four years, curled up against a wall. He was hugging a little plushie tightly and crying for his mom.

“Mama! Mama, where are you…?”

He was dirty, and his mom didn’t seem to be close. It seemed like he had been abandoned…