He don't know what year, he don't know how many seasons he has spent on the streets because he has no place to live until now he feels the cold winter again. Snow slowly fell on his body. He bent and hugged his knees tightly, with little Carleston curled up close to his body because he couldn't stand the cold, he had a weak physique and he would fall ill every winter.
The cold piercing his skin, almost numbing him. His shabby clothes weren't enough to keep him warm. He looked at his brother before took the package he had picked up from the trash can and ate it slowly. At least he could still survive on the leftover food that was thrown away. He couldn't expect much from the people around him who passed by in warm coats with hot food and drink in their hands — they just walked past him wit
