It all started ages ago when I came face to face with a toddler weeping her heart out. It was pathetic seeing her crying out for her mommy who wasn’t anywhere to be found. Instead of helping her however, everyone was looking at her wonderingly but not moving an inch towards the poor child. Me too! However, a poor man, bless his heart, came forward and asked her what was wrong. She couldn’t understand a word the gentleman spoke but her sobs subsided. After a while however, she yelped again crying out for her mother. The man bought her something with his limited earnings and meandered his way towards a policeman standing nearby. On seeing the man in uniform, she started crying profusely. I’m not sure what happened to the little girl. No clue if she was reunited with her mother or not. What was really sad was our lackadaisical attitude. I chide myself all the time because I never got involved. Basically none of us wanted to go the mile. Perhaps if she was well dressed and look
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