“You understand me, right?” the lady asked after she puffed a smoke beside the 5-year-old boy. The young thin boy who was covered with dirt nodded as he waited in front of the orphanage's rusty gate. Even though he’s young he already knows what’s happening in his surroundings. He is aware of almost everything, like the situation he is in right now.
He watched his pale and thin mother puff a smoke using his dark and dry lips, the mother gazed at his son who was just staring at him, dark circles, and wrinkles visible under her eyes and face. If she’s just well off she won't leave his son in an orphanage, but she’s sick, no customers like her anymore, he can’t just leave Rufus in the brothel too, her workmates are kind to the kid but all of them are struggling to survive there. She may be a
