Ordinary World

He sits by the bus stop. Maybe today someone will notice him. His mother left over a week ago. She told him to stay here. He hasn't eaten in days. He is hungry, tired, alone. The ground is cold. His clothes are torn. He sleeps under the bus stop bench. He sees the same people everyday. And everyday, they pretend not to see him. They look at him like he's a criminal. But how could he be? He's only eight. He sits and he wonders why he is here. But things will not change, not in an ordinary world.