One day he carried the bag to his first day in school and got laughed at. Why don't you carry a backpack the other kids asked? What is in this bag? Are you poor? Can't you afford a backpack, like the rest of us?
The boy was raised far away from this kids, he was raised to believe that love and kindness are the way the world is build.
Leaving from school he trew on the road a little bit of the love he carried inside the bag and did not tell his parents about his day.
Second day at school the boy asked if it is possible to have with him at school a backpack and his little bag. His parents of course agreed.
The other kids stoled his backpack and trough it in the back yard of the school, where bigger kids went to smoke.
He waited for all the kids to be away and recovered his backpack, but in doing so he spilled some more from his bag just there in the backyard.
He went home and for the first time in a long time tears came crawling on his cheeks.
Next day he decided to put his bag inside the backpack.
The other kids did not laughed anymore. Some smiled, some left him alone.
He came back home, but he could not find his bag. He just sat without talking for sometime.
His mother asked what is the matter.
His father replied
-he is adapting, like all little boys need to, or are forced to.
But don't forget you will always have a bag of love in your mother's embrace, coming back home.
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