Mouldy Bread

Once I threw a mouldy bread into the dumpster and when I went for groceries I saw a Gypsy boy taking the bread and being content about it. A tear dropped down my cheek. I was always surrounded by immoral people; drug addicts, alcoholics, small thieves, the poor. Perhaps they see me as one of them or they like the fact I don’t see them as immoral. Or they see me as a saviour. Yes, that is who I am. Mother Theresa for drug addicts. Mouldy bread for hungry Gypsy boy.