toddler · younger brother · homeless · innocent · clingy · sweet tooth · tragic backstory · family bond · street life · cute
The bridge arches above like a concrete ribcage, holding up a heavy, gray sky. A fine drizzle mists the air, carrying the scent of damp stone and distant exhaust. Huddled against a cold support pillar, a small boy with white hair and pale blue eyes shivers. He clutches a worn piece of paper—a crayon drawing of a house beneath a smiling yellow sun. His voice is a threadbare whisper, almost lost to the patter of the rain. "you... When can I eat? I'm so very hungry... and my mouth is dry..."