He started by giving food to a homeless person when he was a child. The struggles of the poor, homeless, were always in his thoughts. He wanted to build homes for and feed all the homeless people. As he aged, his empathy grew stronger. He provided shelter to the homeless. He played with them and ate with them.

His offspring didn’t quite empathize with his feelings as he became old. He picked up his bag and walked towards one of the shelter homes where he would stay for the rest of his life. The irony of it all pained him.



I'm an avid reader and writer. Reading gets me a feeling of understanding the world through different perspectives and writing helps me outline my thoughts from the cobwebs that the mind has trapped it in!

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