‘I didn't mind those orphans, nor the beggars. Now I lost my mom, I want to go home. I have no dad, I never had.’ She sobbed and sobbed, her eyes were red. How she wished she were in bed. But this had taught her a lesson. Never ignore other poor people. Just help them. And they'll too, sooner than who?
The children took her home, but now she wanted to meet the beggars and orphans and be a hugger. She wanted to ask sorry if only they could forgive. She watched the lorry, with orphans. She laughed with beggars and gave them food. And they all promised her, they'll do her some good.
She revised her lesson, under the Cresent moon. Once again, those tears rolled. But this time it was Something different.