Flowers

It's when a street kid gives away her last sampaguita to me just so that she could go home, is when I know that something isn't right in the world. It was raining quite lazily this evening, as I drove to fetch my younger brother from school. What are their parents doing? Probably sitting along a street corner, letting their kids do all the work.

But then again, I don't think I know enough about them to judge them.

The kid just left it hanging on my side mirror, and I watched it for a while as she left, and for a few moments after. After a long stretch of road it was blown away by the speed, perhaps heading for home itself.