Next to the farmacia is a door that leads to an upstairs apartment that leads to a family that leads to a mom and dad that leads to a warm place for kids to grow up. When you look at a street of closed doors, faded or chipped or cobbled together, one never knows what is behind them. It is hard to guess what this schoolboy will see when the door to his home opens and he walks into his family bosom.

Kids don’t ask for a lot but they need a home, kind words and behaviors towards them, security,  love, and a sense of belonging. These youngsters are brothers and sisters and they are, this afternoon, busy turning back into kids after school has spent all day trying to civilize them.

This afternoon this little boy knocks, peeps into a little slot where mail is dropped, yells out if anyone can open the door and let him inside?

He is excited and ready to dump his school stuff on his bed, then go out into the streets to play soccer with friends.

School isn’t for little boys anymore, but they still have to go.

 

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