Late the other night when I was walking the streets of Italy, I came across this women who had her baby caressed in her arms. I had never seen a baby before, and I had never encountered one in the camp. As I proceeded, The women could see the interest that I had towards her child so she invited me over to observe. The child was diminutive and his hands were no larger than a little match box. His eyes were black and pure and you could tell that he had no worry in the world. But the whole situation boggled me, I mean what was one supposed to do with something or someone that small, I mean the poor infant couldn't evan sustain his own body weight, how could he keep himself safe from "them," how could he run and hide? Looking back on my situation, I informed the lady that she was to never leave her child and to always lookout for him for he was so weak and he need someone to look over him.
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