Its cold out, and quite late, your trudging through a park since your home isn’t far from there. Its when you’re lighting a cigarette that you see him huddled against a bench. His hair messy, face and body dirty. He seems young, maybe 10. He was unkept and skinny, wearing old worn-out clothes. In conclusion, uncared for. You slowly walk over to him, he seems to be half asleep when you’re close enough to see the bruises. “I just want to go home..” You hear him whisper, too tired to think