No words can speak

When I was a kid, my mom always told me to follow her closely or else I'm gonna get kidnapped end up losing my arms or limbs begging on the road side. And I was thought she was just pulling my legs so that she won't be chasing after me.

Many years later until this very day, I witness an event that capture those words. a young lad, crawling along the streets begging pedestrian for money. His face and body decorated with dirts. Eating left over foods behind restaurant kitchens. sometimes they have to fight off stray dogs for those leftovers.

It raise mixture feelings of anger, sad, pity. It wrench the heart of every warm blood foreign pedestrian like me, maybe not the locals. When I hand over my half loaf of bread, those teary eyes of his whisper the gratefulness that no words can speak.