There is this street child with the crooked matchstick legs. He often shuffles from car to car at this specific intersection, miming hunger. I keep a few fruit-and-nuts bars handy to have something to give to beggars. Usually when I hand him one, he mumbles something like thanks. His face remains completely expressionless. I've seen him only once with shoes on and now that it is winter time, he does wear a jacket. It is known that these child beggars have "pimps" and supposedly it makes good "business sense" if they wear the bare minimum. But goodness, however cynical one may be, they are still children. And they have nothing.
Yesterday afternoon a cold front reached us. He was there again and those bare, shuffling feet really pulled my heartstrings. I opened the window even before he reached my car with two health bars ready in my hand. He gave me a little smile! And there was a glimmer of light in his eyes. This morning I took him a blanket. But he wasn't there. I drove by at different times but he was still absent. I can't get him out of my mind. Because of that glimpse of life in his eyes. I can only pray that he somehow finds some warmth this cold night.