Every time I come home from chool, I ee everal children itting beide the road and begging. I don’t know where their parent are. How coldhearted they are! Every time I will think o. Thoe children are jut of the ame age with me.
It’ the age for chool. But they can’t. It eem that no one care for them. How I hope that their parent come and bring them home.
If their parent are really too poor to end them to chool, then I hope the whole ociety will help. They can go to the Hope Project.