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May 8, 2006
I walk down the street and notice that child grasping tightly onto her mother's hand, being dragged around for the ride. The bags under the mother‘s eyes hang low and seem to only darken with every step. I can't help but feel an overwhelming ache in my chest. I wish that I could reach my hand out and help them both. Even more, I wish that I could just have one moment alone with that child and remind her that life doesn't have to be that way fro her.

I just want her to feel what true life feels like.