Friday night was cold. The temperature was below freezing, no doubt about it. As we were approaching the entrance of a bookstore, a boy came to us and asked if we’d like to buy some chocolate bars from him for a charity. At first Troy said he’d buy some when we were leaving, but after seeing how cold the boy looked, he changed his mind and bought two chocolate bars from him right then.
“I hope you’ll be able to come home soon.” Troy said. The boy’s reply made me feel so sad. “Not until I sold sixty,” he quietly muttered. I swear, had I had money to spare, I would’ve bought all his chocolate bars just so that he could go home because, really, it was so freaking cold that night! I still think about that boy even now. I hope he’s somewhere warm right now.