[Content Warning: child abuse]

Menachem sighed as he wandered the street. He was hungry and tired and sick of trying to get someone to give him something. He was considering just taking it when he decided he'd try again. His fingers ran along his head to ruffle up his hair a bit and he made sure his jacket hung slightly askew. It already looked rough, all of him did. 

"Hey, sir. Would you have anything to give to someone without? Even the tiniest bit of help may save someone who was on the brink of being lost forever.' The man was old and looked like he could use a penny too. Funny enough, usually they were more likely to donate since they felt it was their Christian duty. 

"If not.. I completely understand. We all suffer in these dark times."