City has no sympathy for the miserable beggars

It is a cold, bitter day. I crouch at the corner of the wet and dirty alley as usual.

I did not sleep well last night as water kept dripping down my roof, making a monotonous sound.

Anyway, it is daytime now and I am terribly hungry. I stagger along the street with my ragged and dingy clothes on. I wonder if I can beg for some food today.

I look weird with my dirty long hair and bare feet. I am starving to death.

I do not know how long I have been wandering. I feel dizzy and my body is numb.

At that moment, a restaurant comes into my sight. I knock on the door to ask for some food.

A woman opens the door and takes one look at me and says: 'Get out of my way, you dirty beast! I have nothing for you.' She slams the door.