He walked into their tiny, broken-down apartment—dusty walls, empty fridge, silence echoing louder than words.
His stomach growled as he looked at his mom and whispered:
👉 “Mom… do we have any bread?”
But instead of comfort or care, she didn’t even look up from her phone.
Coldly, she said:
👉 “Go outside. Ask someone. I’m not your servant.”
He stood there frozen—just a child, hungry, tired, and heartbroken.
The one person he thought he could count on… had given up.
With tears in his eyes, he walked back out into the street, asking strangers if they had anything to eat. Most ignored him. A few stared. One even laughed.
But then—someone stopped.
Not just to feed him…
But to listen.
To care.
To change everything.
