recurring memory

There is this women in front of my home in Egypt who is selling shoes all day on the street. I can see her when I am standing on my balcony. She has a little girl who is spending the whole day with her at the stand. Three years ago when I woke up at one morning I went on the balcony with a cup of tea. I saw the mother preparing her stand and playing with her little girl. She was tossing her up in the air and catching her. The way our parents did it with us. The little girl was laughing, full of energy and enjoying that moment so much. I can still hear her laugh actually...

For some reason this memory doesn't get out of my mind. I do think a lot about the mother and her little girl. I forgot to mention that the girl had leg splints on both her legs and didn't seem to be able to walk. I ask myself whether or not these two will ever have the privileged, rich and easy life I have. I wonder if this little girl will have a life without fighting for her basic needs. If she gets to do Art.

I do think really often about the two of them. I owe them to make this world a little bit. So one day, maybe, their life will be somehow better, richer and happier due to the work I did.