Tears of Saints (1)

There were children, of about four, in their dirt faces lying on the cold cement, they were like some tunas in a small can, lying like worms, bending their knees upon the cold just next to the cooler of a drug store, some mere walks away from Nina's residence. Drawing nearer to the street children, Nina's heart was then broken upon seeing their pitiable situation, to worry about her cramming and tight schedule was not even enough to endure the anxiousness of these children. Continue Reading →