“Where’s your mom?” I asked the kid.
She smiled wide and said: “My mom’s away for now. She’s begging for food so we could eat on time.”
“What’s your name?” I said.
“Marie. That’s my name.” She said.
The kid’s haircut makes her look like a boy. She’s looks very different from the usual homeless people we see on the streets. She looks clean save from the worn out t-shirt she is wearing. She even wears a G-Shock watch albeit non-working. Surprisingly, Marie looks very healthy. She looks, for the lack of a better term, stable. Although she barely had formal education, she is able to talk to people with great esteem. Confident enough to answer personal questions from a stranger like me. She looked hungry at the time so I went home to get crackers and cookies. When I got back, Marie’s mother was there with her. Today was a smooth day for them. Marie’s mother brought noodle soup, rice and even a bottle of soft drinks.
“What’s your name ma’am?” I asked the lady politely. She looked away, contemplating if she was going to answer my question. “Jing-Jing.”, She said. “What brought you here?” I asked. She elaborated a story that could make you assume that it was from a television series.
According to her, they ended up in the streets because she was hearing voices where they lived before. They tried to escape from those voices only to find out that it found a way to follow them. She still hears the voices when she sees lightning strike. She claims that people call her “holy father”. I think it was only brought by the stress of having to think day by day, worrying about how they are going to live until the next day.
They need help, that’s for sure. Their immediate need is clothing, food and shelter. Medication for the mom. Education for the kid. Ultimately, a source of income, so they could resume living on their own. I am not so sure what to do to help them. I could only write their story. If you have an idea to help them, please do leave a comment below.
For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.
…Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.