Broken home

A boy who had lost his family, lost his home, lost all his meaning. Stumbled into an orphanage. Carrying all but his bag of clothes. Sitting, waiting for his life to go by, he made some friends. Some folk who enjoyed the company of others, and so they went off to a great party! There was drinking, feasting, sex and the music was hearty. All of which he could not afford, he sat and watched while his friends ran amok. After the party, he found himself alone. Shockingly sober and awfuly cold.

As he walked, tried to walk home, he came by a house. A beautiful abode, empty and quiet after the nights roar. There lie a waste of easter eggs on the floor, half-eaten, still in perfect condition! A little bite was taken here-and-there, but over all what was left was to share? The boy bent down and picked up some chocolate. Oh, it tasted soo good. His tongue wriggled, keen to indulge, suddenly he found himself seeking for more. Found himself upstairs, by the entrance of a bedroom door. Peering inside, there was an elderly couple sleeping. Holding each other, cuddling after a nights celebrating.

"Happy 50th anniversary!" was written on soft cloth strung over a table. On the table though! There was a chocolate. Fully wrapped, still in perfect condition. The boy couldn't resist, he took the chocolate. He put it into his back pocket.

On his way out of the house, a man wearing white stopped and said: "Put it back."

But the boy played deaf. Not five steps further, the next person asked: "Did you take the chocolate?"

"No! I didn't!" The boy said. Further on, more and more gathered from all around.

"Did you take it?" "Did you take it?" "Did you take the chocolate?"

"No" "What chocolate?" "Stop!" The boy cried! The chocolate could be seen just above his backside! Everyone could see the chocolate in his pocket, but still they asked, to judge, to mock him. He ran back to what was his new home, running inside, he hid the chocolate in his bag. The only thing of value he possably had. It was so little, but yet so much. Everyone looked, everyone judged.

After a while, he didn't even touch it, he forgot the taste of lust for it. He finally knew what he did was wrong. He took up his will, and tried to give it back. No one would accept it, the chocolate turned black.

"You want some? You hungry?" The boy cried, but everyone just turned a blind eye.

For when meaning is lost, so is value.

This is how, little means a lot. Too much to save the whole, from what was lost.