Tears Of A Beggar

After Viv had shoveled in his tinned apples, he found a content

place to sit on a garbage bag. Pick was tiddying up, and his

friend stared deeply into Viv. "Sorry kid, never gave you a name

to go with, call me Slender," Nodding down to his torso he gave

Viv a quick smile. "I've always been pretty tall, doesn't help

much when you sleep in a dumpster," Viv chuckled, he liked these

ponys, they had a sense of humor that mirrored his dads. When

Pick returned, he took a position on the opposite side of the

fire, slumping down onto an old mattress. "Viv, I know it's still

fresh, and it might hurtchya feelings, but we gotta know if we

can gettchya back to ya Mom." Viv looked up from the fire to

stare into Picks eyes. They gave him a feeling of trust, a

feeling of wisdom. He hadn't known picker for long, but he felt

like a true friend. "I woke up in a box, Mummy wrote, To a good

home on it." Pickers eyes grew wide, he threw a quick glance

towards Slender who swiftly returned it with a sad look. What was

wrong? Couldn't they just take me back to her, everything would

be alright than, right? Viv started to think of his family,

remembering each of their faces. A tear slipped down Vivs cheek,

it both confussed and startled him. He wasn't sad, quite the

opposite actually, he was happy that these nice ponys were taking

him in, and were going to help him find his mum. But something in

the back of his young mind swelled, it had been there since the

moment he'd woken up in the street. It had remained dormant, as a

long forgotten secret, whispered only to those who'd ask for it.

It was the truth, the knowing his Mum had left him, that she

never wanted to see him again. The thought, the betrayel, it

began to fill Vivs mind, his vision began to darken. Tears

dripping onto the alleys cement floor, he broke out into sobs.

Letting everything pass through him, and he needed to. If he was

going to survive, to start a new life, he'd first have to leave

his old one behind. Not to forget it, those days would inspire

him to live on, he would live to regain those days, the days that

had once filled him with more joy than anypony could ever hope

for. Still crying, Viv felt a sudden hoof on his shoulder.

Breaking the episode, he slowly turned his head to gaze upon

whoever had been standing there. Something in his head, that was

what he'd told himself from every point on from that day, but for

an instance, standing there in the alley, was Vivs father. But as

soon as he'd seen him, he was gone. And in his place was Picker,

holding Viv in a caring hoof. "It's alright Viv, were here for

ya..." At that notion, Viv lost every morsal of self control left

within his mind. He broke out in a large hug, gripping onto

Picker, as if he was about to fall away, into a black hole that

would consume him forever. Picker had responded by holding Viv,

like a father held his son...