NOT ON THE FLOOR, BUT ON THE LAP

["STOP CRYING! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT IT'S ALREADY MIDNIGHT WHEN PEOPLE ARE SUPPOSED TO SLEEP?"

He heard the yell again and again, and he could only use his small hands to cover his ears as if his tiny palms would be able to block the loud voice from entering his ears.

He kept getting the same treatment from the person who had just shouted at him, but he couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried. The iron bars restricted his movement, and his skinny hands weren't strong enough to break them and escape his agony.

His blue eyes seemed to be wet with tears, and even if he knew that the woman shouted at him because he was crying, sobs still escaped his thin lips as he couldn't stop his pitiful cry right away.