"I am very hungry. I last ate before two days. Please! Two penny please! I begged, don't anyone feel pity on me. But no one saw.
"Hey Aden, can you help me carry this, I will give you one dollar, said the person living in the apartment near where I beg usually whose name was peter, he was about 50-60 years old.
"Mr. Peter, wait, I will help you carry these. I said as is too up for helping him, he was the other side of the road. So I had to cross the road to reach him.
As I stepped thrice towards Mr. Peter A Rolls Royce car passed in front of me with just 2-inch gap from me to the car. "Close call" I told myself "Adden are you okay", asked Mr. Peter. As the car passed I was seeing the car until it took a turn towards left. A girl who looked rich saw me pitifully from the window of the car which passed in front of me a minute before.
I ran towards Mr. Peter before any other car gave me seat to heaven.
I reached him and got some package from the truck, in which "amazon" was written in both the sides of the truck.
Me and Mr. Peter started carrying the package towards 15th floor, where he was living. We thought to use lift, but as usual my luck was very bad, that the lift was repaired, which means we have to carry four box of which is 15kg each towards his floor which is in 15th floor, using the stairs which is worse than running 50 laps around a big football stadium.
Even though it is worst I have to carry those to 15th floor using stair for 1 dollar because I am very tired and hungry.
Me and Mr. Peter started climbing the stairs with 60 kg package. In the 2nd floor itself I was exhausted. But even though Mr. Peter was around 50-60 years he was very active even after we reached 4th floor. I asked him what was inside the package, but he did not give any reply.
He was a great doctor at once, but now he was retired after an incident in which his appointed nurse in a surgery committed suicide.
I was bored of carrying those boxes all the way to 15th floor in silence, so I asked him about the nurse who committed suicide, but he didn't reply instead he stood for a moment and stared at me angrily and again he started climbing the stairs. I started following him thinking, why he stared at me angrily a second before.
When we reached the 7th floor he stopped again and the package in his hand touched the ground he fell down by the back of him facing the stairs and he started sliding.
I dropped the package and tried to catch him, but he stopped at the turning of the stairs.
In the shopping mall, for advertising the TV they telecasted some show which I usually watch. In that show they were showing the "The first aid" in which they will show how to do first aid.
I checked his breathe as shown in the TV, but he was dead.
I went down to call anybody for help in the apartment but none opened the door because I am a beggar. I told that Mr. Peter was unconscious (which is a lie) but they thought that I am lying to get them out for money.
When I came back to the place where Mr. Peter was there. There is no one even Mr. Peter's dead body.
I don't know what to do.
I checked for any CCTV but not even single CCTV was there.
I went down to the road side as nothing had happened like. I carried the package for Mr. Peter and got the 1 dollar.
I looked casual as nothing had happened.
But I was very much exhausted and sweated.
Inside I was thinking of what happened to Mr. Peter's body.
Because of the tiredness I had small nap in a public bench in front of a big super market. In my dream I saw a girl who is far away from me. She looked a little elder than me. She came running towards tears flowing down her face.
"Brother!" she yelled.
"I finally found my sibling" I yelled back tears filled my eyes.
She ran and hugged me and she called "brother!" I found you.
Suddenly her voice changed into an male voice and she yelled "you stupid! It's not for beggar like you it's for tourist who come for visit"
I jumped out of the public bench.
The worker in the super market shouted at me to get out of their bench which is in front of their super market.
He started to chase me to the next street because of that incident I stayed in that street, And, I forget to tell you something which is ....
My only wish even if there is single which to ask to genie I will asked for a sister.
I saw a very big bungalow in the new street where I thought to stay forever until no one like the one who chased me to this street.
In the big bungalow I saw the same car which came very close to me in the previous street.