Magic

A small boy ran through an array of muddy alleys. His feet were bare and the hem of his trousers was torn. He carried a loaf of bread in his arms, a big grin on his face.
"I got food, mum!" he cried excitedly after entering a rundown building. Tattered curtains barely let in any light, but he knew his way around. He kneeled next to his mother's bed and grabbed the weak woman's hand carefully. He broke off a piece of the bread and laid it into her palm, making her fingers close around it. The boy knew that she smiled.
"I love you," she told him, her voice weak and cracked.
"I love you too, mum," the boy whispered.
Three weeks later she died. It was a rainy day, a day that called for the beginning of a tragedy...