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Rated: E · Campfire Creative · Short Story · Emotional · #1221045
The most touching story, a true story to enlighten your mind.
[Introduction]
I live in the Philippines one of the poorest country of the world. Thousands of people everyday die in twenty seconds, and millions while you are reading this. When the wind blows the wind takes them with them. I am only a child of thirteen years eleven years (i just love writing so I'm pretending to be fourteen with my parent's permission) Every time I come back from piano lessons it grieves me that I have to watch those innocent eyes staring at me asking for money holding a beautiful flower which rots every three days. I imagine them wanting shelter and the only thing they want is to be happy with their family. However, they don't have a power to do so. I want to stop that, I want to stop people from begging on my windows punching a needle into my heart, and most of all i don't want to see any houses that can't even stand a drop of rain. Once when I gave them money, my dad told me not too because it might be a scam or maybe it's not really teaching them to work. After he says that I always think " What if they are children they can't work that's child abuse." but I don't say it because my daddy will get mad. So I thought maybe if I give them something that they can have in their place standing infront of me, it might just work out. Thus, everyday my beautiful, charming mother gives me a surplus of food each day after school. I wait until I come to the street with all kinds of children, teenagers and adults come and beg for money. They are all dressed in dish rags which is painful to the naked eye because it makes the heart soar. As usual, a child came and instead of giving it money I gave it bread, a piece to keep ten minutes going, the child ate the piece of bread in one bite and it seemed like after a milli second a bunch of ants crawled over my car and each of them got a piece of my bread and there was still left for me. It gave me a sign that when you share you feel good and guess what, there's enough for everyone. I hope you guys could do this it'd make the world a better, happier and cheerful place. That day I went home and found a secret that one day will be known to everyone starting right here.

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