losing parents hurts, but losing humanity hurts more.
Years passed.
The boy grew taller, thinner, quieter. People stopped seeing him as a child and started seeing him as a problem. One winter night, he lay beside the same banyan tree, shivering, his breath weak. Snow fell gently, covering his body like a white shroud.
No one noticed when the orphan boy stopped breathing.
The next morning, villagers found him there—still, silent, frozen. Some felt regret. Some felt guilt. Most felt nothing.