C26 Memories

In a cold and grimy alley, a boy lay on the ground, his body curled up. He occasionally glanced at the trash bin, eyeing a half-eaten piece of ham. At the slightest sound, he would avert his gaze, guiltily, afraid that someone might catch him coveting the discarded meat.

But the half-eaten ham was safe; the boy was too weak from hunger to even reach the nearby bin. His pride, however