When I came into the office in the street children's department of the orphanage today there was a little boy there talking with the supervisor. He was playing with a theater mask and looked quite happy where he stood with his dirty face and dirty clothes. The supervisor told me that he is seven years old. They had tried to place him in the orphanage, but his father had come to take him back. But now his father doesn't care about him at all, and last night the boy had had to sleep outdoors (the temperature was around zero) with another, slightly older, boy. Will this little man, who had such a sweet, somewhat toothless, smile, ever see the bright side of life?
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