"You buy flower. 3 kuai," murmured the little boy.
He thrust his tiny rose clenching fist into mine and weakly tried to persuade me to give him the equivalent of 20 American cents.
I cried the entire way home. I was fourteen and had never seen poverty firsthand, much less from a little boy that should have already been safely tucked away in
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those kids are so cute! i'm sure there are opportunities where you can teach English in China for a year. perhaps, after you graduate. (like for Japan, there is Nova.)
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