I didn't know my parents. Their names, their faces, or what they were like. I didn't know anything.
In a random alley off a busy street, I was abandoned.
A few children looked at me, but they didn't speak a word.
The same for the people on the street.
They would rather not look at us, and whenever they did, their expression would briefly turn to one filled with disgust before they turned away and ignored us.
That day, I did nothing but stand in a corner, scared to look at either the people on the street or the children in the alley.
But when the night came, the cold forced the children to approach each other, unnoticeably at first, but soon enough, undeniably.
By the time the moon and stars had risen above the buildings, they had all huddled together, their skin pressing against each other, sharing their warmth.
And I... was no exception.
When the morning came, I felt my stomach hurt.
Although I didn't remember well, it had to have been a while since I last ate.
