It's early night in Manila. I'm sitting by a table outside a Ministop store drinking a cup of coffee. A female friend is sitting beside me. As I'm sitting there, a street boy stopping by, asking for one peso only. Im asking him: What's your name, and he reply: My name is Christian. How old are you? I'm 12 the boy answered. Me: Why are you a beggar? The boy answered: My mom left me, and I'm hungry. Me: Why and when did your mom left you? The boy: It's many years since my mom left me, and I don't know why she left. Me: Where is she now? The boy: I don't know where she is now. Me: Where do you live? The boy: I have no home, and I'm sleeping at the sidewalk. Me: You said you're hungry? The boy: I'm always hungry, and that's why I'm a beggar. Me: what if I invite you to my home for a meal, would you accept? The boy: No. Me: Why? The boy: Many adults invite me home, and when I'm there, they put me to hard work. Me: So you don't trust me? The boy: I don't trust anybody. This story continues below the picture.
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| A homeless boy in Manila | | | | | |
Me: So you are happy being a beggar then? The boy: Not really, but I have no choice. Me: Are you a snatcher? The boy: What? Me: Do you ever steal anything from the stores? The boy: Yes, but usually I'm being cached by a guard. Me: If I give you 20 pesos, what will you do then? The boy: Buy some food or an ice-cream. I gave him 20 pesos, and he went into the store and bought an ice-cream, then he said "salamat kuya" and disappeared. "salamat kuya" is Filipino and means thank you brother. (The conversation between me and this boy was translated into English by Sherry Anne Taberdo).