[[Continuing really old story.]]

As the cheery-ish sun rose to greet the world again, the cars zoomed দ্বারা in a hurry, ignoring the streets-people that need thier help. The box I was sleeping in had gotten soggy from fall's late thunderstorm with rain. And my grey পশম had gotten soaked, and dripped the dirty rain water. My pale পরাকাষ্ঠা eyes looked up at the city sky, glistening with sadness. But some hope that someone would help me. Anyone in fact. As long as I got out of this terrible life I am living.
I hated the rich, they always think "We got it harder than those hobos." No, just take a look out, we're all the same cruel-ness on the inside. Leaving innocent children in the streets, sick, hungry and without family.
My pale পরাকাষ্ঠা and black ears wrapped around me, giving myself a hug, of reassurance. Mom used to hug me the same way. I wish I could see her again. Her tender প্রণয় and gentle care still lingers, but only faintly.

"Mom, if your out there অথবা watching over me, thank you." I spoke, letting my soft voice carry in the gentle winds of the big city.