I was in the cafe sipping my hot coffee and watching at the boy outside selling something. The weather was cold but he was there for nearly forty minutes already. He hadn't made a lot of sale. People just passed and ignored him.
He looked so pale and thin. His dull face and distress eyes almost giving up. I could see the sadness on his face and his tiny shoulder slumped from time to time. He was looking desperate for money.
I pitied him. I remembered myself. The struggle I went through for my needs. This two years isn't that easy for me. He noticed me staring at him and I made a hand gesture for him to come inside. At first he confusingly looked everywhere then gesture me with his hand on his chest and I nodded. His face brightened with a hope as he came inside the cafe.
"Good evenin
