Ice Cream Monologue

"Mommmm, look an ice cream!"

I inserted my hands down into my pockets hoping that there's a penny on it to buy that what so-called ice cream. I haven't tasted it for a long time though.

"Not even a penny huh?"

Well, what do I expect? It really sucks having no parents to buy what I want and what I need. I just stared at the boy having his melting vanilla ice cream, glazed with chocolate and some sprinkles as a topping. Damn it. I get damn jealous of that boy. Better to get moving.

"Mom, could you please buy me another one?"

"Why dear? You haven't even finished the one on your hand."

"I found that girl, the one who is sitting on the bench, staring at me and it seems that she also want this ice cream. I just wanted to give some to her."
Go, give this to her. I am sure that she will love it."

I picked up my stuff on the bench and as I stand up from where I was sitting, the boy who bought that flavorsome ice cream appears in front of me. Now, with two of them in his bare hands.

"Here. You can take it. I asked my mom to buy it for you because I saw you staring at me earlier. I presume you wanted it but unluckily, you don't have money to spare. Am I right?"

"You don't really have to do this but thanks by the way."

I took the ice cream and I stared at it for a while. It's the first time that someone offered kindness to me.

"You haven't even touched your ice cream. It's going to drip on your hand. You don't like it?"

"Ow, I'm sorry. I'm just grateful because it's the first time that someone offered me