A thin little boy sat huddled in a cardboard box in the alley. His face and hands were smudged with dirt, and he had no shoes on his feet. He had a blanket around him, but it wasnt enough. He was still shivering, as the box was no real protection from the cold and the ferocious wind that whistled down into the alley. He had not eaten today, just a meager meal of leftovers he had managed to beg for the night before. He was hungry, yet no one came to his rescue. He hid from the authorities by day, as he didnt know what they would do with him. He had heard stories on the streets from other boys, and it sounded horrible. So he did the best a 10 year old boy could do. His parents had left him in the care of a distant relative who beat him, so he ran away. He had been on his own for a year now, sometmes doing small chores for a scrap of food. He survived, but barely. Sometimes he rummaged in the clothing donation boxes, but it was hard for him to get into. It was nearing Christmas when a kind lady spotted him.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 01:37:15 +0000
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