“Sitting cross-legged on the floor beside my window, I stared at the croissant on a napkin before me. I was torn with this choice, a simple one to most, but everything I was given by strangers seemed to mean far more to me than anything else. It represented more than a kind gesture; it proved they could see me. Maybe it was due to pity, or it was just how they were to everyone, but the gesture meant so much I was scared to make it vanish by eating it.”
Book:A Sinful Sacrifice