New Souls The youngest one is only two. The oldest can’t tell us his age, or won’t. He is not happy to be taken away. The middle one is a girl, but until we can get her washed I am not convinced. The house is not much more than the tin siding and tree branches supporting it. I can’t describe the raised platform they all sleep on. There are thousands of these homes with just as many made up families. The old man is not a relative…he just happened to share food and they became one. Most of the time families such as these are left alone, the oldest or most capable child expected to do what he can to collect money or food. This boy sells cooked eggs. Thankfully, I haven’t run into a
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