Everytime I passed that cross-road near the railway, on the pavement under the traffic lights, I always saw that fat boy, about 9 years old, carrying a baby, possibly his brother, in his arms.
When the light turned red, he would go to some cars which stopped, knock on their windows, and ask for some money, with his brother in his arms. Sometimes his brother was sleeping; it seemed so heavy to carry him, I could see it in the fat boy’s face.
When the light turned green, he would sit on the pavement, looking sad. Despite of his big body, the boy seemed to have that sad look in his eyes. I always wondered if he had been growing up on the street, just like his baby brother.
One day, I passed that cross-road by motorcycle with a friend. Once again, I saw that fat boy. It had been a while since I passed that road. I noticed that his baby brother was growing up. He could walk around now while his brother watching. But the boy’s face was fainter than before, and his stomach was rounder. And the eyes…. they seemed to have seen so much in life in such a young age.
But as so many times before, I just passed them when the light turned green. Once or twice I gave them a little money but I know that it never helped at all.
