I'M CRYING AND I'M HUNGRY.

It's been hours since I left the dumpster. My stomach is growling. My body is limp and hollow and at any moment I could collapse on the street.

I wonder around, looking at the flow of people, hoping that one of them would pity me and give me food. But every eye I see keeps turning away.

I am surprised to find myself in the boulevard, given that I am at the very edge of collapsing. The breeze caresses my face. And I let it. This is going to be the last day I'm going to be here.

"Excuse me," a boy tugs my shirt.