to be determined [A FORMER WATTPAD FEATURED STORY]

THIRTY - FIVE

"Homeless?" Kyle says. "Why don't you take a look around."

So I do, and hundreds of faces are showcased in the dining hall. Some more subtle, and others that blatantly stand out.

"What about them?"

"Half of the people sitting in this room once had no place to go."

Kyle makes no point to identify the homeless.

I respect that.

"This is a place of warmth, and shelter, and love, and self discovery."

I look around again. A man that wears a blue t-shirt with rings of sweat along his armpits makes eye contact with me.

He smiles, and I smile back.

I have this itching feeling that maybe he needs some self discovery too.