Chapter 28

Beggar

People forget that we can laugh, talk, listen, cry. Many people pass us in fancy cars on the street and most will put the window up, or drive faster.

Some think, ‘why don't they go work, get a job.’

It's easy to think that when you going home to a hot meal and warm bed.

Some of us just can't. Some of us are hiding, running, living in fear. Others are searching for the easy way out, and quick buck, or a habit to support.

A few just don't know any other way, they don't want the change.

“It's easy to judge when you outside looking in,” I tell him.

What it's not easy to do is see the truth.

The people on the street all have stories, theirs are just much worse than others.

And I say this because regardless of what people think, having that extra nest of cash or a steady job makes all the difference when faced with horror.

Money is a false sense of comfort, but comfort it is.

I get a sharp nod in response, his green gaze steady as he stares right into me.

“Let’s