I have written a post here about something that I saw last night.
What was otherwise an uneventful roadside dinner for me and hubby turned to be unpleasant experience for me. I was upset, I was aghast, I was anxious. Ok, that’s too much anxiety level already.
Having braved the deluge and the fog on an almost invisible expressway, we were ready to eat something to stop our grumbling stomachs. And what a surprise to see a group of children in front of the fast food counter, playing sweet music. They had banduria, guitar and violin. Then a little was going around distributing envelopes to the dining patrons for donors. Still, this did not disturb me.
But it suddenly dawned on me, when the music they were playing were beginning to sound off key, something was wrong. When they started singing and instead of the song being wonderful to listen to, I felt pain, burning pain and my tears were about to fall. I just to restrain myself from crying lest hubby will think I’ve gone nuts.
I rushed to get the camera that was left in the car parked outside. I took photos. I had to, I had this urge to blog about how disgusted I was that they are being made to work at this time. It was already past nine and how long they have been there, I probably don’t want to know.
Child abuse? Child exploitation? Do they have a choice? Do they want to do this because its also for their own benefit? To think that they belong to foundation? What kind of foundation, in terms of values, would they learn?
One more thing, this left me thinking, have they already eaten?
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