I have been bad, but I saved Dunkin

It's been four whole days since Dunkin and I had any food. My stomach feels like it's trying to eat itself and Dunkin... he's been so quiet and still. I've been sitting in the market, the place where people come to fill their bellies, begging. But it's like I'm not here, like we're invisible. Dunkin used to run around and sniff everything, but now he just lays on my shoulder, too weak to move.
 
Today, it got really bad. Dunkin fell off my shoulder. I was so scared, my little friend, lying there so limp and pale. I cried, I begged louder, I wanted someone to see us, to help us, but nobody did. It's like we don't exist to them, like we're just shadows.
 
Then, I saw a chance – a crate full of bread, just behind a stall, hidden by a plank that fell. I took two loaves, my heart pounding. I felt Awïlïn's wind in my feet as I ran, nobody even glanced my way. Maybe they didn't see, or maybe they just didn't care.
 
In an alley, I laid Dunkin down and put bread by his little mouth. He didn't move at first and I felt so afraid. But then, he twitched and started to eat. I could almost see the strength coming back into his tiny body. I started eating too, and with every bite, it felt like life was trickling back into me.
 
I never stole before. It feels wrong, but I was so hungry, and Dunkin... I had to save him. The market was so full today, full of food and life, and we were there, but not part of it. Not until I took that bread. Now we're not just shadows anymore. We're thieves. But at least we're not hungry, at least for now.
 
I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Will we be shadows again, or will someone finally see us? I just want to go home.