In ragged half -torn shorts, the boy looked hardly eight. He must have been quite fair but layers of dirt and grime had turned his skin almost dark brown. ___ how many square meals a  day? None. A slice of bread bought with begged money, some leftover rice from hospital attendants, was all that he lived on. The well of human kindness in Zayed swelled up. What a pity! A little boy unloved, underfed, left on the streets to fend for himself.