I was walking home from work one day to see children on the streets. They were dressed in rags, their feet wore no shoes, they had blisters on their hands and feet, and they were dirty from head to toe. I walked by some and saw their eyes shining with hope. Some came up to me and pleaded with their dirty hands held out. At first, I tried to keep away from them. They grabbed onto my coat and wrapped themselves around my legs. I fell on my face and they scattered before I could yell at them. As I looked around to see where they had gone, I saw the children hiding with their heads poked around corners to see what I was going to do. My heart softened. I sat down on the dirty street and beckoned for the children to come to me. They were cautious at first but seeing that I wore a smile on my face, they came more willingly. I held each child in my arms like I was their father. A child asked for food and water so I took the chilren with me to a store. I bought what they wanted and watched them happily scarf the food down. When they finished, they thanked me continuously. The hours went by as I played with the kids but when I it was time for me to go they complained. So badly, I wanted to take them home with me but there were several of them and I had no room in my apartment. I promised the children that I would see them everyday and I hugged them goodbye. Their dirty hands waved at me everyday because, of course, I kept my promise.
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