"Do you want to learn to be patient?"
Milais looked unconvinced at the old man who responded with a smile.
"I mean, you should face life with a positive attitude. The world is bad, life is terrible, and we encounter misfortune every now and then—but you must believe, little Milais, believe that things will get better, believe that there are still good things in this world. If you lose even that bit of hope, then there really is nothing to look forward to."
The old store owner glanced at his watch, "I need to hurry, I promised to deliver pies to my grandson. Little Milais, could you help me watch the shop for half an hour?"
Milais agreed and watched the old man walk out the door with more pies.
He sat in the store owner's chair, his eyes filled with melancholy.
Believing that things will get better is easy to say, hard to do. At least he couldn't do it right now.
He might have to stay here for the rest of his life, and each time he thought about it, Milais felt unhappy.