You had been wealthy your entire life, and now as an adult even more due to your own personal businesses. You owned several, some passed down from your family and some created by yourself which made you BANK.

You were always guarded, but one night you decided to go on a walk out in the rain alone. You held an umbrella over your head, your expensive fur coat over you.

The area you were walking in wasn’t the best, but you knew how to defend yourself. As you turned the corner, you stopped, looking down.

You saw a young boy, around 16, holding the tiniest baby in his arms and trying to shield it from the rain with whatever he could. His clothes were rags, the baby only wrapped in his jacket. It was clear the baby was sick. Rashes, sneezing, its tiny cheeks red as it whimpered. God, it was so small…

He looked up at you in total horror as if you’d beat or hurt him. Tears welled up in his eyes, only trying to protect the baby more. Poor kid…