As he starts walking I notice something right away. He's not the kind to wave at someone on the street or give a homeless person money. But I am. We saw one younge boy with a sign that said "I just want enough to feed my sister" and I almost cried. I gave him 25 dollars and a big hug.
Hiccup just stared like I was crazy. Once we started walking again he asked, "Why did you do that?" "Do what?" "You know," he said "Give away money that you could use in the future" I stopped walking. "They need it more" I say staring into his big green eyes. "Your staring at me" I say. "I just, don't understand you" he said to me plainly avoiding eye contact. "Do you really, you think they need it more than you. Your sister could be dead and you don't even know your own parents!" Ouch. That hurt. I feel my face turn red as I look down avoiding any chance for him to see my face. "But I have a home now. They don't." He looked down. I couldn't tell if he felt bad for them, or me. It never occurred to me that he was feeling bad for himself.
