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A homeless boy walking through the streets around the beaches. All he had was a small bag on his back and a jacket at his side. Blessed with this summer heat, knowing that the night will be warm and dry. With this windless day the moments are a blessing.
His stomach groans and his hungry for food sets in. The boy goes off to the local shopping mall. He weaves through the people as fast and he can so he can avoid the security spotting him or worse, people who know him. He races off to the food court but that is not the location he wishes to be. He turns the corner and out runs outside of the mall to a small food stand. An old man standing, preparing and serving food to his customers. The boy wait in a small line of 3 slowly walking forward. Finally he reaches the front of the stand.

“hey yar’er.” The old man words mixed up with his thoughts. “Yah’ I ah’ still gotta finish up some uh… orders so uh… this will take about an hour or so? So’er… sit tight and I’ll be finishing soon.” His smile pulls up all his wrinkles. The boy smiles back and walks to an empty table with an umbrella open. The shade working well though this heat.

An hour passed. And after watching the seagulls begging and scrambling for left over chips. His fest is about to come. The old man packing up his stand and putting the left over deep fried chips and chicken into one big bowl. He walks over to the boy with the hot steaming food.
“Dig in” His ugly smile still remains as he set the bowl of food down on the table. The boy does what he says. He grabs the chips like pinching crab claws and swallows the chips down hole. “thank you sir!” He says with his mouth full.

“Your very welcome” The old man smile slowly died. “You never say anything… why are you… uh… hanging around the streets? Day and night? If you don’t mind me asking…”
The boy wishes not to listen to that question. His slowed his eating down but didn’t stop.
He shrugged his shoulders.

They both sat in silent for a few seconds. The question seemed like it hanged through the air expecting an answer.
“I don’t know…” The boy mumbled. “I don’t wana go home…”
“What’s wrong at ah… home?” said the old man.
“Nothing just… don’t like it there…”
“If you want uh… to you could stay with me, for a while and’er… Or not… um…”
The boy smiled to this offer. No way he could refuse the generous man’s care.
“ok” the boy said. “I don’t like home cause its crap.”
The old man had a thought of what his home would have been like. So he didn’t ask any more questions.

“Alright!” he said out loud. “Come and help me with this stuff and we’ll get going”
They both smiled, and the boy finished the bowl of food and helped the old man out.