The Chocolate

Habit already to this (I want to write to our site), decided to share.

I read the sad story of a 6-year-old boy who was looking for money under the benches in the park to cure his father from drunkenness. Well, and the comment there was one evil person. About that it doesn’t happen. I remembered my own.

It was before March 8. I went with my wife to the shopping center. She wanted to give a gift to her close friends. Tea + chocolate + original packaging. He chooses, he chooses. I just look at tea. I see a boy 7-8 years old. The appearance is very... Well, like an oppressor. And a look. Evaluation and study. He got closer to the door. Not because I wanted to catch in case, no. On the contrary, do not let go, in order to avoid clashes and problems.
He stands and looks. very calmly. And I look at him. I see trousers, which are released three times per height, a coat with short sleeves, wool folds from scratched folds. It was a hat in which three brothers grew up. All washed for N-three times, smoothed. Self is clean. Look calm, confident and adult.
And I see that he is not going to steal anything. He just...eats. Eating with eyes. He won’t be able to buy this cracked chocolate, allegedly handmade. Not white, not black, not milk. He just breathed it.
It was fucking. He goes out of the store, I say, wait. He stopped, looking calmly, manly. So he asks. I say, let me give you it. He immediately understood what I was talking about. – I don’t know. I bought the chocolate and gave it to him. He put his hand in his pocket, extending his hand:
and thanks.
I looked at him and saw that he was going home and bringing a gift to his mother and sister for March 8.
He went and smiled like a happy man who found what he was looking for. Small and bright.
be happy.