บท 322: Fragments of memories

As the last rays of the sun beat down on the dusty streets of Buenos Aires, young Mateo while counting the money he had made by demonstrating his skills in the streets made his way towards his home. 

Though the streets were painted in different lively shades portraying the beauty of the streets and was rather appealing to the eyes right now given the golden rays of sun falling on the streets making it look quite aesthetic, still the thick stench of poverty that was lingering around the streets was rather suffocating. 

All of a sudden, he halted his movement as he arrived in front of his house. Looking at this worn down shabby place, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Even though it was his home and he had spent his entire childhood in this place, yet as of recent, he couldn't bring himself to love this place.

If not for this place tying him down, he would have had a different life— he wouldn't have to suffer miserably everyday.