A little boy, literally starving to death, was walking along the street alone. Suddenly he smelled something so delicious, he automatically looked up and saw a diner. In the window, was the last piece of an amazing looking cake. The boy ran into the diner, then stopped. He had no money, no job, no education, how could he ever afford the cake? He asked the manager of the diner if there was anything he could do for money, so he was put in the back doing little things. He asked the manager if he could reserve the cake for him, since he was so hungry and trying to work for it, and the manager agreed, giving the boy so much hope. He looked at the cake every few minutes, all day, imagining how it would finally taste, giving him hope and energy to do his work. Eyes on the prize kind of thing. But a few minutes before closing, a customer came in and ordered that very cake, the very last piece. The boy didn't have near enough money yet, he needed more time. Even though the manger said he'd reserve it, he knew the boy would take far too long, and this customer had cash ready to pay now. The boy knew he was too late. He watched as the customer ate the cake..his cake..savoring every bite as if to mock the boy's hunger. The customer finished and left, and the manager started closing up. He shooed the boy out the door, telling him to go on home, before locking it. The boy looked up at him, tears in his eyes, saying, "But I don't have a home.." But the manager didn't hear, already having locked the door and gone back inside to finish up. The boy turned and walked down the street, exhausted for nothing and now past starving, until he came to an alleyway. He sat down, freezing and alone, then wrapped his arms around his empty stomach and closed his eyes. He never woke up.