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The little boy was outside in the cold. He was wearing a thin sweater some old jeans and old black shoes.
He grew bored of looking for him mom. So he went back into their 'house' and started coloring.
He drew a picture of a big house. If front of the house, he drew a woman holding a little boy's hand. Next to the woman he drew a man. And a dog.
Once he was satisfied, he ran outside with his new drawing. The poor little boy went looking for his mother again.
He searched and searched and he finally found her under a tree with a cigarette in hand.
'Mommy!'
The little boy ran towards his mother.
His mother, seeing her son run towards her, threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. She didn't want him to end up like her.
The little boy threw himself into his mother's arms. She sat down on the dirt and held him tight.
'What you got there baby?'
'Look mom'
He showed her the drawing and she smiled a sympathetic smile.
'Oh baby. Its beautiful!'
She held him really close. She also grew worried. That picture is all he draws. All he does all day is draw that exact picture.
