Friday, 13 January 2017.

I'm here at the road side again, trying to get myself a piece of bread and as usual no one wants to help me out, the world doesn't care about lower class people, the sad part about this is that I've never been rich.

As I was walking out of the parking lot, a car honked and to my surprise it was a middle aged woman and her children, she gave me bag of groceries. I was in shock, my eyes couldn't believe it. It's not everyday someone gives you something.

The amount of thank you's I told her was uncountable, she was an angel.

I can't write anymore, I feel tired, and it's not like I have a place to sleep, plus this tiny pencil I found in the trash bin is blunt, I have to find a pen to write with. I wish I would someone be given a opportunity to work.

-A.