Short story(Part 1);

Every evening a woman and his son visit the children's playground. After playing, the son will enjoy his favorite chipsmore biscuits and horlick box drinks. Every time he visits the place, there will always be his favorite biscuits and drinks with him. Another woman with her daughter came to the place. It looked like the woman and her daughter were dressed a bit messy and untidy. I who was sitting on the other side was just an observer there.
'Son, can I ask for some of your food. My daughter is hungry.' The woman held out her hand hoping that there would be some food available for her child.
The child hesitated whether to give or not.He glanced at his mother who was busy investing in forex trading in her mobile phone.
'Mother..can I give them some of my biscuits? They seem to be hungry ..' The child asked for permission from her mother. However, the mother did not turn her eyes towards her child.
'No need. The food you want to give to others while the foods are only for you..not for others ..'
'But mother ... she only asked for a little, not much?'
'I said, the foods are for you only. There is no part for other people. It's your food. Not their food.' The mother said arrogantly as if they never got in trouble.
'But mother ... her daughter is hungry.'
'Enough. Let's get out of here. There are many beggars here.' The mother pulled her son's hand.
At the same time the son had dropped a few pieces of money from his pocket and left his foods and drinks container with still containing biscuits and drinks still drinkable.
The little boy said without a voice;
'Take it.'
The daughter's mother smiled as she thanked him silently.The mother picks up the dropped money while her daughter bow down her head and pray.
She fills her stomach with the rest of the biscuits and horlick drink and a few left for her mother.

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