A mother and a child

Every day, about the same time, when I go out to breathe some fresh air I see the same thing: a mother taking her child from school. It wouldn’t matter if this child was like all, but she isn’t.

Obviously this child suffers. She can’t walk like all of us, I see the mother almost dragging her gently to cross the road. The child can’t talk either. All I hear are sounds, something between talking and crying. I can’t name from what she suffers of and it doesn’t matter at all.

The mother looks around her to check if anyone’s watching. Calm down, nobody’s watching.

There mustn’t be a single person in this world who doesn’t feel his heart stop for a moment when he looks at them. There mustn’t be a God who lets such things happen. But they do happen. Imagine, you could be that child or even worse you could be this mother.

If I was politician, I would try to do something to make their life easier. If I was a doctor, I would try to lift some of their burden off. I am neither a politician nor a doctor. And I think it would make me a better man, if I could create a website to help this children forget all this miserable life for a second. It sounds silly, I know.