[[Continuing really old story.]]

As the cheery-ish sun rose to greet the world again, the cars zoomed sa pamamagitan ng in a hurry, ignoring the streets-people that need thier help. The box I was sleeping in had gotten soggy from fall's late thunderstorm with rain. And my grey balahibo had gotten soaked, and dripped the dirty rain water. My pale kulay-rosas eyes looked up at the city sky, glistening with sadness. But some hope that someone would help me. Anyone in fact. As long as I got out of this terrible life I am living.
I hated the rich, they always think "We got it harder than those hobos." No, just take a look out, we're all the same cruel-ness on the inside. Leaving innocent children in the streets, sick, hungry and without family.
My pale kulay-rosas and black ears wrapped around me, giving myself a hug, of reassurance. Mom used to hug me the same way. I wish I could see her again. Her tender pag-ibig and gentle care still lingers, but only faintly.

"Mom, if your out there or watching over me, thank you." I spoke, letting my soft voice carry in the gentle winds of the big city.