The incedent

A boy named lunyina was running civvies day with his ragged attire so i told him off,he was wearing a old gold shirt dirty maxed sports pants and (surprisingly) new assics when i politly told him that he looked like a gross tramp ,he (pathetically) called me plastic, I didnt take it personally though because a tramp like him is so used to dirt he doesnt know the difference between gold and plastic , then just as i thought his life couldnt get worse i saw his mom “running” to him she was dressed like a domestic worker and handed him some money emphasis on some only 30 rand , he was shocked knowing he was defeated he liked to the floor and kept quiet, then as his mom “ran” away it hit me i hadn’t seen my mom since Christmas in my moment of grieve i stated out loud my revelation, to so too my dis-approval he heard me and soon ran after his mom giving her a hug i miss Mama