I laid down on the cold floor after turning off the useless tv. Empty-minded and with no goal in life or solution to my current predicament, I got up and went to my room.

I stayed in bed and put my pillow over my head. My stomach rumbled but I ignored it. I only had enough money for my last meal and I planned to spend it tonight.

Going out under broad daylight was something I despised because everyone who knew about my situation would always mock me in one way or the other after they see me.

I stayed in bed throughout the rest of the day until I noticed the dark of the night before I rose from the bed.

The bedroom door was jammed again and so I had to hit it several times with my shoulder until it opened. I counted the last amount of money in my pocket and decided that I would buy bread with it as it was the only meaningful thing I could afford.

I walked five blocks from my house to the cemetery first. I stood before the tombs of my parents and sobbed.

"It is both your faults that my life is this way. Why did you leave me?!" I said to them as I stared at the carving of their names on the tombstones.

"I hate you two!" I screamed and fell to my knees. After some minutes more passed, I got a hold of myself and got up on my feet.

"Sorry. I am very sorry... Please forgive me?" I said. "It's just that things have been very difficult for me lately. I could not afford flowers for tonight so I hope you two don't mind." I said.

"Sometimes I wonder why the car accident that happened three years ago didn't take me with you two," I added. 

I forced a smile and then started to leave. "Help! Please help me! Somebody! Anybody! Please!" I heard a female's voice scream.

It sounded as though she was in great pain. I ignored the cry and continued to walk away from the cemetery but it seemed to me that the lady in question had spotted me.

"Sir! Sir, please help my granddad!" I heard her cry out and I knew I had to answer after I looked around and there was no one else she could have been calling. 

I turned in the direction from which the voice was coming and I saw her kneeling on the ground. There was a body on the floor which I could not see clearly.

I went to the lady and saw that the person on the floor was an old man. Both the lady and old man were richly dressed and I could tell how high-ranking they were.

"What happened to him?" I asked her. "I don't know." she cried. I bent down and checked the man, "I see... Does he suffer from osteoarthritis? I asked her.

"Yes. How..." 

"Do you have the needles for acupuncture with you?" I asked her.

"Yes. We bought them before coming here," she replied. "Give them to me," I said to her. "I cannot just trust you with those. How am I sure you know what you are doing?!" she said as she moved her handbag away from me.

"You can trust me enough to call me over but not to help your granddad?!" I exclaimed. "Look, do you want him saved or not?" I asked.

The lady was still hesitating and so I got up. "Your problem, not mine," I said to her as I went on my way.

"Wait!" she shouted. I stopped in my tracks. "Please help..." she said to me.

I returned to her and she gave me the needles, "You better know what you are doing." she said, worriedly. 

I ignored the lady and performed acupuncture on the man, at all the right points, "My dad taught me this before as he was once a doctor. Still take him to the hospital, just in case." I said to the lady as her grandfather started to get himself.

"Thank you so much sir," she said. I got up and turned to leave but held my foot back. I turned to look at her and she got up as well.

The lady smiled at me, "You have not told me your name." she said to me. "I am not important," I said. She was about to say something else but I raised my index finger in front of her, making her stay quiet and I left that place.

I had helped her grandfather just as she wanted me to. My personal life was none of her business.

I walked for a long time before I finally reached the bakery and went in to buy bread. Luckily for me, I made it before they could close for the day but unfortunately, life seemed to have something different planned for me.

The two people I hated the most and tried my best to avoid in whatever place I found myself were right there in the bakery I just entered. They were not just in the bakery but also working in the bakery. I knew that because they had the uniform with the bakery's name on it.

I was about to leave but it was too late for me as one of them had just spotted me and made sure I knew he did.

"Well-well-well. If it isn't the representative of poverty Trevor." Gus said to me. His words drew the attention of his partner and assistant torturer of my life, Parker.

"Fancy seeing you here Trevor," Parker said to me.

"Fancy?! Hahaha! His presence here only degraded the bakery." Gus said to Parker. They both burst into laughter. "Let me tell you something, Trevor. The ladies love hot men but not the kind with empty pockets." Gus said. 

I pretended not to hear them and went ahead to look through the showcases with freshly baked bread in them.

"Hey!" Gus yelled. I faked not hearing him and continued with my search. "Hey! It's you I'm talking to Trevor!" Gus yelled. I turned and looked at him, "Why are you wasting our time?" he asked me. That was a stupid question to ask.

"I am a customer here. Can you two at least give me that respect?" I replied.

They both burst into laughter again and did not stop laughing until tears filled their eyes.

"Yeah, that," Parker said to me, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. 

 "This guy is funny. Seriously funny." Gus said to Parker, nudging Parker with his elbow, and then he turned to me, "Of course, you are the customer. And therefore we must guide you. I was only trying to tell you that you are looking at the wrong set of bread." Gus said to me.

"What do you mean by that? You cannot choose what I want for me." I said to Gus. Parker cleared his throat and I looked over at him. Parker then pointed below the bread and I saw the price tags.

The prices were higher than usual and there was no way I could afford any of them with the amount I had with me.

I was about to leave the bakery but they called me back, "Wait, Trevor. There is still one you can afford. Parker, go in and get him one." Gus said and signaled Parker.