Hope was sitting alone on a bench in a bustling city park. All around him, vibrant energy was pulsating through the air. Children were running around, playing games, and chasing each other. Couples were strolling hand in hand, exchanging loving glances. Some vendors were selling ice cream or balloons, and the sweet aroma of cotton candy filled the air.
Despite the beautiful scenery, the boy's heart was heavy with anguish. He sat with his head down, lost in thought. Suddenly, a ball hit him in the head, jolting him back to reality. Three young boys approached him, the smallest one catching the ball.
"Wow, sorry, mister," the smallest boy said, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
"I told you to pass the ball! Sorry, mister!" the other two boys chimed in, looking apologetic.
They apologized while disputing the ball right before the young man, who gritted his teeth and stood up, his face twisted with anger.
