When a child holding flowers in their hands comes to you, sitting on your leg, grasping your thigh tightly, begging you for money, they’ve already sunken in the deepest panic and desperation.
There are some children living in the city like this. Their representative is the gesture-holding people’s leg.
But there is a long long story behind them.
They are forced to do so. They lost their family and have nowhere to go.
They live with the kidnappers.
These are the children controlled by the most conscienceless bad eggs, forced to sell flowers to the passers-by and earn money every day. If they can’t sell as much as required, they will be treated with great cruelty.
I’ve seen the cigarette scald on a little girl’s hand.
There are some children living in the city like this. Their representative is the gesture-holding people’s leg.
But there is a long long story behind them.
They are forced to do so. They lost their family and have nowhere to go.
They live with the kidnappers.
These are the children controlled by the most conscienceless bad eggs, forced to sell flowers to the passers-by and earn money every day. If they can’t sell as much as required, they will be treated with great cruelty.
I’ve seen the cigarette scald on a little girl’s hand.
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