2 Kids, 2 Bags

Staggering out of the school bus, the kid drags himself along the road, shoulders drooping with the heavy load. Along the path he crosses another kid, a rag picker, tattered clothes he wore, walking bare foot, his feet were sore. He goes about aimlessly or so the other one perceives him. A brief moment of eye contact and both walk their different ways. They look back at each other after short intervals thinking, “How I wish I was the one holding the other bag.” and with sadness in their eyes they walk along, unstoppable.

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