章 1: A Victim

The boy was born just before his mother's death. His father more of a devil, threw this little boy on the vacant streets, due to poverty. He cried and cried but no one listened. He crawled in hunger, crying out his heart, but not a single soul in the whole town heard the sound. It was the time of war. Everyone was running for their own lives as they would leave the place as soon as possible. However, people, though fewer in number, good at heart, do exist. A little 5 year old girl with dusty clothes and gentle face picked him up and ran. She carried the little boy in a truck and up to a place where they could live safer.