I had gone through hell trying to survive , by eight years old, sleeping under the bridge, eating from the dustbin , I had become an expert in stealing from unsuspecting passerbys, I had learnt to lie without being caught, I had become used to the hard life that I didn't flinch when I was pointed a gun.
There was a boy seating close to the gutter, he must have been about five or six, he was staring at me, but while he stared, I was transfixed to the spot and it felt as though everything stopped.
You see the car was coming towards me, and people were waving for me to get out of the way..but here I was staring at the little boy, wondering why I was drawn to him. He was just a boy, sitting by the gutter, unperturbed about the chaos around him. So i stood watching him, unsure why, yet glued. The car was coming, faster now..yet i wouldn't budge.