I was walking home one day and I saw this chubby kid, about 8 or 9 perhaps. He was sitting down right by the pavements (sidewalk if you’re American) of the road and he was doing his homework. It was quite dim, there hardly was any lighting around there. Naturally, I stopped and I asked him: ‘Where are your parents?’ He just looked up at me, and he didn’t say anything. ‘What are you doing here?’ He just continued looking straight at me, afraid to answer any of my questions. I don’t know if you guys have ever seen it before, but there’s this sort of fear in his eyes, not the fear that I would drag him away and do bad things to him, but when I looked at him, I could tell that he was scared, like he wasn’t in his environment, that he was so vulnerable and I think then I understood what he needed. I told him to take care and I walked away.
Few days later, I went to the mall. I saw the face of this guy that was really familiar. He was about 70, with a hunched back. It then hit me that this was the same old man who used to sell food at my school back when it was open. My school closed a few years ago, that would probably mean that he was out of work. Sitting at the bench outside the mall, he was oblivious to the world. You could see it in him that he was just so sad, not that he was frowning or anything, but it’s just that you can see right through him, that he was just … waiting. Like the kid sitting by the road, just waiting.
I don’t know, what are we all waiting for? It’s like we’ve been waiting for our whole lives and we’ll have still to keep on waiting. Why?