Tonight on the street a tot rushed over to hug me. Her mum, out begging, tried to apologize, explaining that the wee one remembered me from when I got them staples last month. But the child had just remembered a friendly face, and wanted to show me her cardboard box (boat? playhouse?). So we played a bit before rice, lentils, beans, & bread were acquired.
I find it very hard these days to be around our littlest ones without wanting to cry.
There is no excuse for the world we've made for them.
@Boyceaz
Billionaires now eagerly in the running to be the world's first trillionaire, too, no less.
What a vapid timeline we live in sometimes, no?