He walked away, cursing without pause, leaving me to the cold silence of the empty streets. My gaze fell on the small piece of bread he had dropped by mistake. I snatched it up, holding it like a treasure.

My tears mixed with the small piece of bread I held, each bite a painful reminder of how helpless I felt. The streets around me seemed cold and uncaring, offering no comfort to my growing sadness.

The streets had been my tutor and my tormentor. I knew every alley, every shadowed corner, ...