The first time we went to India we spent some time in Colva in Goa, where a lot of refugee children from other states have come with their parents to make some money from the tourists. The children are not from Goa and therefore are not allowed to attend school. Instead they learn to beg from tourists. They are taught to beg for money, but one day I gave some of them some sweets, and after that I had a dedicated following of children every time we left our hotel
The little boy with the forlorn look in front was one of the best at getting sweets… The second he got one he would hide it in his clothes and hold out an empty hand pretending he hadn’t got any yet.
These children loved being treated as children. The sweets didn’t get taken away from them, they were theirs to keep.
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