One day I hope that children won't have to work so their families can survive, That they won't have to work in factories or scavenge plastic bottles or find crabs to sell.
The student's caring bespectacled eyes beckoned me, "Teacher! Come and have some of my lunch. Please!" Dishes of vegetable, chicken and rice were quickly exhibited. "Oh thanks! But, I already have my lunch," I replied. Some two hours later, having changed out of my teacher's uniform, I was wandering through school carrying a small backpack. "Teacher! Where are you… Continue reading The Guilt of Privilege