‘I’ve been spending the last couple of weeks in the streets, and so I’ve been meeting the people that spend their whole life in the streets. But my heart got deeply touched by one of them. We laughed, we smiled together in the past few days, but today he was the one that wiped my tears away. There’s those people that we meet, sometimes we spend only few minutes with them, share just a conversation, and then their impacts are rooted in us for the rest of our lives. That ten year old boy is one of those rare people. And as we said to each other, we’re very happy that we’ve met. He saw me crying in a back street, he recognized me and cheered me up with his pure innocent heart. He hugged me and refused to leave before I stop crying. He was sad, he was truly sad to see me like that, and I started to wonder why. I still don’t know why. I was avoiding my friend, the crowd, I was all alone in this back street until he came, and then everything changed. I wonder what will happen when the revolution will be over, will I still get to see him on the streets?
But what I’m worried the most about, is that I know I will probably not be there for him if he cries, to cheer him up, and I wonder if there will be someone to comfort him the way he did with me.’
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