At the orphanage where you go to give your old clothes, little boy walks in, while you are talking to the nun. "Our youngest kid", she says. Orphan. No father, mother abandoned him and ran away with someone. He comes and shakes hands with you, at the nun's behest.
And stays and looks at you while you talk to her. She says that he wants to go out, he's always stuck inside, and too young for school. People keep promising him that they'll take him out, and they don't. And they can't let him go with outsiders.
He doesn't say a word, just sticks to the wall. Watches you with those blank eyes, while you go away, too.
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
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