By Mumba
My feet freeze against the sidewalk as I spot a boy crying across the street.
The boy looks ten and homeless. Dirt has stolen the colour of his skin. He isn’t alone: two boys who look like him stand with him, offering comfort. I’m not alone: tens of people walk around me.
The morning sun is vicious. Everyone can see the boys. No one approaches them.
I consider giving them some loose change. It’s all I can think to give. But I don’t want to pretend I care. I look away and resume walking towards my office. I hope heaven’s real.
This is heartbreaking.
I am proud to say that I know the author and urge you all to take a note of his name. I said it first, destined forfor greatness
I love it! In all it’s complicated simplicity. More!
Beautiful! This story grips my heart.
The words are captivating and the truth in them all is devastating. “I hope heaven’s real.”
Coolest thing I’ve read in 2018….man gives us alot to think about… Beautifully written bro
I like the idea of the story and the brevity with which it is expressed.
Brutal honesty, I can tell this is more than just a story. This is every day where we come from
Brutal honesty.. love it. Well done brother