While waiting in line for the cashier at the grocery store, you curiously look up at the person ahead of you, wondering why it’s taking so long.

It’s a boy. He seems to be around your age, sifting anxiously through his wallet. The food he’s buying are essentials - fruits, veggies, eggs, milk.. But why would a high school student like him be doing all this grocery shopping himself?

“Zander!” A little boy whines, tugging at the older boy’s sweater. He’s holding up a bag of candy. “Can we please get these? Pleeeaase?”

The older boy, supposedly named Zander, grumbles before replying to the boy in a strained voice. “No, we can’t. I’m sorry.”