The rain has just begun. A little poor boy is trying to warm his hands at the corner, far away from the people, secluded. Where could he can go? Who can he shelter? He never knew his mother, father. He never knew the warmness of a family. The rain is in his eyes in fact. He is also hungry. Thinking he can be warm when he walks, he decides to go down the street. Passing by the cafes, the library he stops in front of a restaurant's window. In it, there are people laughing and talking. They are happy because they are not alone, they are not hungry. He turns his face down, goes on his way. After a while, he turns back. He doesn't know how to do but he makes his decision: he will enter the restaurant in secret. Again he comes in front of the big window. He walks into it slowly until a man shouts at him. "What hell are you doing here! You are not the person to come here! He says. He tries to tell his hunger but no word comes into his tongue. He is mute.
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AH!What a pity that in this rich world there is such hungry and lonely people and nobody knows them or cares.Sometimes i think myself in their shoes and say myself that if i am alone and have nowhere to go what i will do.Then it comes my mind that i have a family and i am lucky.There are people around me who like me.But the another way,i have nothing,nobody, no hope,no future,no affection...I want to help these people.I think it is our duty helping them because if we are thinking them, it means we are caring them and maybe we are the only people who care them and are their hope:)))
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