I had lost all hope. I had nothing left. There was nothing else to look forward to. Nothing to do but to wait til the moment i die. Then one day i was walking down a lonely path until i crossed a path with a Man. This man seemed to have intentions of sharing his happiness with others but i only looked at him like he was nothing more than a prop in a background of a stage during a play. As i continue to walk towards his direction he keeps looking at me with this power smile, a smile filled with so much joy, when i look up at him i too just want to smile. But i couldn't help to notice the cart he was pushing. As i passed him he stopped and looked at me. Sudden Pause between us both. I don't know how but he somehow knew the suffering i was undergoing. So he reached in his mysterious cart and pulled out a brown swirly stick which was covered in some kind of spice and it seemed it was filled with so much flavor. He said "Here take this boy and eat it, and remember, that a tough life can make a very strong man". He went on down the dark and lonely path as i stood there holding this thing what he called a churro. I had taken a bite.
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