Tomas took another bite of candy, thinking about that. He pushed a little piece of the candy back and forth between his fingers, getting them all messy, and then shook his head, slowly.
"I think... my parents loved me, once. They might still, but I don't see them anymore. And I had a friend who loved me, but then he didn't anymore. And now... no, I don't think anyone loves me. There's someone who is very kind to me, but it's because he wants something."