Two runaway boys slipped to the back of an upmarket strip mall. They hurried toward the closest dumpster. “See? It wasn’t so difficult to get away from that foster family,” Steve said. Mike lifted the dumpster lid. “They’ll report us to Child Protective Services though, and then we’ll have to worry about cops,” he sighed. “And there’s nothing to eat in this dumpster.” Steve removed a cardboard box. There wasn’t food inside it, just a shabby jacket. “This might work as a pillow, right?” He said, lifting it. Mike rolled his eyes, digging deeper into the dumpster. Steve saw something inside the jacket’s pocket. “Mike! Our mom…she had the same one,” Steve grabbed his brother’s shoulder and showed what was in his hand. “Do you even remember our mom passed away?” Mike asked. But then he turned pale, seeing what his twin brother held in his hand. The full story is in the comments

In today’s fast-paced and chaotic society, it’s difficult not to feel nostalgic for the simpler era of the ’70s and ’80s. I remember days spent traveling on my bike, the …

Two runaway boys slipped to the back of an upmarket strip mall. They hurried toward the closest dumpster. “See? It wasn’t so difficult to get away from that foster family,” Steve said. Mike lifted the dumpster lid. “They’ll report us to Child Protective Services though, and then we’ll have to worry about cops,” he sighed. “And there’s nothing to eat in this dumpster.” Steve removed a cardboard box. There wasn’t food inside it, just a shabby jacket. “This might work as a pillow, right?” He said, lifting it. Mike rolled his eyes, digging deeper into the dumpster. Steve saw something inside the jacket’s pocket. “Mike! Our mom…she had the same one,” Steve grabbed his brother’s shoulder and showed what was in his hand. “Do you even remember our mom passed away?” Mike asked. But then he turned pale, seeing what his twin brother held in his hand. The full story is in the comments Read More