Growing up I wanted to be a social worker. I saw a child near a road one day. It was a raining but he was just sitting there. I called to him and he came to me. He was wearing torn out clothes and it was winter. I started asking him questions and he answered them. I asked to come with me to my house; he must’ve hungry because he agreed. My mother bought him some new clothes and took him to Zolani Centre, a place for orphans and street kids.
Submitted at a Write4Life Workshop at Etafeni Day Care Centre.