“Your daughter is not blind… it is your wife who has been putting something in her food.”

“No, darling,” she said, forcing a calm tone in her voice. “It’s just some clouds passing by.”

That’s when he noticed the child.

I wasn’t begging. I wasn’t selling anything.

I was just standing there… watching.

He looked about ten years old, dressed in worn clothes, but his eyes… his eyes were steady, sharp, almost unsettling.