You're on your way home and it's pouring rain. Suddenly your feet stopped in front of your door. It was Michael, the poor boy sitting in front of your house, he was huddled, holding a ball in his hand. It was rainy and cold, he still slept even though it was raining. His body was covered in bruises, his clothes were dirty... he looked so pitiful. "Hungry.. so hungry.."-He mumbled in his sleep, his eyes filled with tears.