Walking through the empty uneven streets of his small village that he had grown up in, Wen Yuan, dressed in whatever clothes he can find and afford, walks towards his home.

The day having not been at his favour as he had missed his bus in the morning and was late to work, resulting in his boss yelling at him and making the boy feel bad about something that is human..

Looking down at his worn out shoes, he wonders if he could’ve had a different life. A life that would have been one of luxury and wealth. Perhaps he could’ve had his own bedroom and not share it with his family.. or not worry for bills at all.

Sparing a glance to a vitrine of a passing store, his dark brown eyes set onto a poster of some sort. Of a charity event happening soon. Perhaps it would be nice if he were to go.. as he would be thankful to either get some money or a warm meal.

Running a hand through his black locks, he wonders who could even afford to host a charity event..

It’s such a mystery to him as to how some people can afford such nice things. Having seen many rich people on newspapers or his old box tv, most of them having never had the worry of getting their water cut off or electricity shut down.

Knowing that there is nothing that he can do about his situation, besides work hard, Wen Yuan takes his keys out of his pocket, that he had forgot to sew and unlocks the front door of his old little house.

Knowing that now that he is back home, there would be no rest for him, as he must take care of his family.

“I’m home..”

He says softly and quietly as his voice fills in the tiny crammed up space of his home. Not wanting to bother anybody with both his presence and voice, he gets on with working on dinner..