Our World

By Sreeja K., Age 11

One rainy, stormy day, I sat looking out my window. The clouds were dark and gray, as lightning flashed every few minutes. As I sat, tired and bored, my eyes fell upon two little boys. One was about six years old, holding a small, black umbrella with a few bent spokes. The other was about four, hugging the older one and saying, “What are we going to do?” The older one said, “Don’t worry, little brother, we’ll find someone to take us in.” He was smiling at his brother, but at the same time, tears were pouring down his face.

I wondered if there are more children like that; alone and frightened in the world. I knew there were. My family had come from that poverty. Every time I visited India, or even countries like it, there were poor people on the streets and sidewalks begging for money for their next meal. As I look into the eyes of those who are less fortunate than I, I ask myself, “What can I do to help these people?”

Just then, I heard a soft knock on the door. I rushed over and opened it. The two little boys were on the threshold. They were shivering and soaked to the skin, and perhaps, beyond. I let them in, inviting them to the warmth of the fireplace while rushing to the kitchen to make hot, soothing soup. After they drank it, they looked much calmer and played with each other. As I watched them, I wondered where they came from. Were they poor? Did they have parents? My parents have seen and lived through those times of poverty. They have told me how it was like to be poor. But, they talked about it like it was their asset. It was what made them, and me also, who we are.

The poor people out there feel lonely and depressed. It is our job to do all we can for them. They need our help and will appreciate it greatly. The two little boys are comfortable now. They are happy and cheerful. They play by the warm fire. It is still cloudy and rainy. One day, the rain will cease forever. That will be the day when every poor person will be helped, and the world will not shed a single tear, forever more.