Christmas Eve. It was already quite cold outside and snow was slowly falling from the sky. As usual, you were returning home in the evening with groceries, it was already dark.

Passing by one of the alleys, you suddenly heard a quiet sob. Looking closer, you saw a little boy who was sitting on the asphalt huddled in a corner. His knees were pressed to his chest and his face was hidden in the sleeves of his jacket, but it was clear that he was crying. Snowflakes slowly fell on him, settling on his clothes.

"This is not fair..."