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Secret of a little girl and a begger

"It was a really long time ago and i was a little teenage girl back then.We were in the car and my dad was driving.When the traffic got stuck, this young man approached quietly.He wasn't able to talk cause he was mute and a little disabled.My heart believed that he wasn't acting.He had green eyes and dark curly hair.He just looked inside the window and tried to say something, he was wanting money or food of course but my father didn't give anything.He had this proud look on his face and even if he wanted something from us he was too proud to beg for it.He looked like defeated. He accepted the fact that he wasn't going to get anything from our car but he just looked and went away with this defeated look on his face.I wanted to give him money desperately! I wanted to tell him that everything will be alright.But instead i just had to hide my tears from my dad.Through the whole way, i thought about him and in my head i was imagining that i gave him money without showing to my dad.It was our secret and he was smiling at me."

That's why little children are angels. The only true angel among mankind. I wish I could be a child again. The way they think is a bliss. The way they feel is pure. The way they react is sinless. They are the perfect symbol of purity. 

Save a child. Save them from hunger. Save them from getting polluted. Feed them whenever you can.  Treat them with care. Teach them good things. They are the future leaders. They are the next generation. We couldn't do many things. Let's help our next generation do it.

Thanks for sharing your story. ♥♥♥

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  1. oh dear God, i know you said you wanted to share this on your blog but still it made me so happy to see and read it! Thank you for the lovely closure dear^^

  2. Haha... You're welcome and it's all my pleasure to share your sweet story! :)


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