“Sam, I like your name…” she stated, as a calm and warm smile crowned her lips. “Can you tell me who they are, Sam?”
“My younger siblings…” he murmured in a low voice, as he lowered his head down.
Tears threatened to spill down his ashen face, he hiccupped and swallowed his tears back. Looking at him made Julia feel so sympathetic and sad.
“Are you trying to feed your siblings?” asked Julia, gloomily as she bit at her lips. Her heart ached seeing the exhaustion and grief in his young eyes.
“Father has left and abandoned us long ago…” murmured Sam, in a poor and broken voice. “And mother has died last year from a great illness… I tried to apply for several job positions, but none has accepted… We had no money income, so I had no other choice but to steal for living… My kids siblings grew ill and hungry, but we could make it when I started stealing…”
“I… I…” mumbled Julia.