A Child
Shades of happiness
Gabriella Kőrösi
It is a wonder every morning when the sun shines to our earth. What does it see you could ask? Happiness or cries? No. A child. Rubbish of cement and shells of bullets?
Imagine a child: He is beautiful. Standing in nothing, he has nothing, Nothing and nobody who could help him, His house was shoot down with a bomb yesterday. His family is missing.
There he is. Standing with nothing, In a middle of rubbish in a cold-hearted war. The sun wakes up and smiles its rays. The child smiles back. He has no future, He has no past, Only the present moment. His heart is filled with happiness.
Inspiring thoughts from Wendi Gordon
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