The Super Market
As I was walking around the super market today, I went down the next isle and saw a cute Asian baby girl in the child seat on the trolley; she was beautiful, loved and well cared for. She was the apple of her parent’s eye! She looked healthily, happy and content. And was about eighteen months old. She was been pushed proudly by her Daddy with her Mummy nearby. This little girl didn’t have a care in the world. She was safe. It was a lovely sight, and then I let myself briefly think of the other little Asian girls around the world, who are not so fortunate.
It was then that I saw him, coming in the opposite direction, an old Asian man, he too was been pushed, in a wheelchair. He looked miserable and unhappy! He was about sixty years old and he also saw the little girl, but his face seem to say, “disgusting, back home you wouldn’t be treated like that, here in this country you are something but where I am from, you are nothing!”
This frightened me, and saddened me, then I let myself think how this beautiful, precious child could be treated in another country..... then I remembered the cute little Asian girl, and the peace she radiated, it comfort me to know she is safe.