“50 cents are more than you deserve, you little scumbag.” The man shouted at Sven. Sven stared at the coins in his hand. He had carried this man’s luggage from the train station to the centre of the city, a task that took him 2 hours. “Sir I have been carrying youryou suitcases for more than 2 hours.Atleast give me 5 dollars.” The man slapped Sven. “ You insolent animal. You dare speak back to me? You piece of ---” “ The man couldn't finish his sentence. Sven had punched him hard in the gut. Before the man could react he broke into a run. He didn’t stop to look back,. He knew the man couldn’t chase him too far.He stopped in an alley.
Sven hadn’t wanted to punch the man. But he was too fed up with people treating him like trash. He sighed. Life had been better when his father was alive.Sven was only 12 when his father had died ,and since then he was left all alone. His mother had run away with another man when he was only 5. With no living relatives to take him in Sven had gone to the streets. He was barely able to eat by begging. Any work he found as a helper boy in shops or construction sites didn’t stay for long. Eventually, he had to return to living on the streets as a beggar.
Sven sighed. He walked out of the alley wondering what to do next. Today had not been a good day for him. It was already 10:30 pm. He couldn't find someone’s luggage to carry at this hour. He wandered aimlessly into a pub. The people were obviously having a party. Sven stared at them. It had been a long time since he had eaten properly, but he knew better than to ask them for food. People were beastly to children like him and the last time he asked for food he got beaten up. Still he couldn't stop staring at their food. The man in front of him narrowed his eyes. Sven knew trouble was coming. He stood up to leave, but the man called him. Seeing no other option he went to the man. “ “You’re that kid who punched that guy today, right,? When he refused to give you money?” Sven tensed. He got ready to make a run for it when the man said “ Sit and have a Coke. The man was a jerk to you. And I can see you’re not in very good shape right now.” Sven was dumbstruck. A man was offering him food. A man was being kind to him! Tears welled up in his eyes as he sat down and took the Coke. It was not much, just a bottle of Coke but it made Sven rethink his impression of people. Not all people were bad. And all it took to make him see was that was an unexpected gift of a bottle of Coke.