I always feel miserable seeing street children lying down on some newspapers or running around the streets. I remember one time while riding a jeepney, a little child was crying so hard, maybe kay gigutom. And the mother, am sure it is the mother was trying so hard to shove in its mouth the plastic with rugby in it. The scene haunted me to this day. Who is to blame? Who should we pity? Can we exactly blame the ignorance of the parents? Maybe they were just victims also of some crime, etc. The questions never end. And I haven't even got to help them that time. Which makes me frustrated just thinking about it.