He peeped tentatively through the window, savouring the delicacies with his young eyes. His only wish was to get a few leftovers to eat. He looked on helplessly as a family prepared to leave their barely finished plates. His tiny tummy rumbled even louder.

 

He placed his dirty hands on the glass like an insect trying to get out of a glass jar, hoping that someone will free it from its misery.

 

Nobody wanted an urchin around their business. He knew this well. This was his cue to walk away before he was chased off again like an infectious pest.

 

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