"Huh?"
"Yes, we met when I was younger," he said.
I just gave him a gummy smile. Perhaps he still remembered me?
"Eat up," I said, and he nodded.
He picked up the food and began eating. A smile instantly curved his lips because of how good he food was. A tear even escaped from his eye.
"What happened? Do you not like it?" I asked, panicking as I reached out to take a bite of the food, but he held my wrist and wiped away his tears.
"It's just... it's been so long since I've been treated with such kindness. Nobody sees me as anything. Even my own mother doesn't..." He choked on his words, and more tears escaped his eyes.
It made my heart ache.
I gently pulled him closer and wrapped my arms around him.
"It's okay. I'm not like the others. No matter how you're treated out there, just know that someone is here for you," I said, gently patting his head.
He sniffled and looked up at me with a wide smile.
"Thank you."
