Sometimes I wonder if those kids I played with in that slum are still alive.
I wonder what their life is like.
I wonder what they are doing now.
I wonder what their lives could be if someone was there for them, if generosity prevailed, if they were born in a privileged home like mine.
I wonder whether they would be doctors, teachers, lawyers, artists, or authors… if they were given the resources.
If they weren’t on the streets. Malnourished. Dirt poor. What would their lives be like?
Yet I am here. I am nothing.
How do I have such wealth?
