Unfair roses.
I'm afraid of what those little girl with roses mean, when for one side there's help, but for the other, they're helpless.
A kid shouldn't have to work while the guardian sits waiting for the heartmealting labor of a lost childwood.
When is the time for that little girl to play, or learn or even just grow without the burden to feed their family?
Obligation.
It's hard not to think on the devastation range of opportunities that a human has,
we're the lucky ones with small problems and big complaints.
Sometimes my frustrations sound so cheap and ridiculous that I'm ashamed of myself.
Sometimes it's time for us to look for others, like the little girl at the park that begs for coins.
So close from home, so close that hurts.
Someday I hope, everything will look just right and kids will be able to play as I did when I was a young kid.
Maybe someday they'll play as we did.