Hope

He sadly looks out the window at the other children at play, wishing he could play. Tears roll down his face and he thinks i'll be out there some day, my mom said i would get better these crippled legs will soon heal, but we just dont have the money now we can barely afford a meal. He turns away looks out the window someone is shouting out his name. can you come out and play he nods his head no, why he shouts he says you wouldnt understand, i was born lame and i have no friends they only make fun of me i wont make fun of you, i was once lame too.