Twenty years ago,
In the streets of a narrow alley,
Hot. It was really hot. The scorching heat of the sun was burning. The 5-year-old boy's mouth was dry. His stomach rumbled. He knew what it meant. It meant that he was hungry and thirsty. And why wouldn't he? After all, the little boy didn't have any food or water for days.
The boy was walking in the streets all alone, barefoot, his feet were burning from walking on the hot ground.
"Hey, move!" A male voice was heard by the little boy.
Someone pushed the little boy over, and he fell down onto the gravel road. Sharp pain on his knee – that meant he had hurt himself. He saw the man walking past him. He was not why someone would do that to random people or was it normal for people like himself to be treated like that?
"Ugh." The boy gr
