I think you posted this one before.
We found this little boy in the place now named as “Shangrila” in China.
Up at a very high altitude, the weather was terribly cold, a few degrees below zero with snow and rain.
As we walked pass this house out of nowhere, we found him sitting there alone, by the fire side.
There was some charcoal burning next to him. That was the only warmth we could felt.
The little boy looked angry, he seemed to be waiting for somebody. He didn’t even take notice of us.
As we walked passed by, all we hoped was that he would receive a bit more warmth.