The wind keep sighing in the branches. the sigh of searching wind reigns over the night. the room is chill. Just a candle, searching eyes and a dog-eared paper on a tear soaked pillow with the silhouette of a man and a woman, and abandoned hands against the dim light of the candle on it, searching an unconditional love , waiting for a family to hold them. Those who can mollify his sorrow and the countless worries in his heart.
Another night, no one came. pearls of tear glisten on his face again and the spatter of rain . His parents shed tears watching their child's silence in pain. The steady drops of rain fall from the ceiling on a little orphan head, he has slept on the dark and dank ground since a better place not found.