I can�t help but wonder; have they earned enough money to bring home? Would they light up when they knocks down the table with foods because they have earned their dinner, the way I do when eating my favorite food? Or are they the kind of flickering lights that though it opened, closes again? Speaking about their family, I wonder how many daughters he has. I wonder who are the parents of the little boy. I wonder where they live or if they even have a home to begin with. Do the little boy fantasize about unicorns or make his own storybooks as I do? And does he even get his favorite toy like I did when I was at his age? I wonder if the grandfather has dreams for his grandson. Or would their lifestyle call for bigger stars? Would they notice the actuality that the sun sets early and the night is longer at this time of the year like how kids excited for Christmas notice this? Would their Christmas carry the same spirits me and my family has? And I wonder what they would eat tonight, or would they save it for Christmas, now that they have enough money? That, I hope. And his wife and his parents, would they cook or would they use the money to buy outside? Would the food they'll eat tonight taste like home? And would their home have enough space, not for the people inhabiting it, but for the love that creeps within every wall?
I see tens and hundreds of people before me who have stood in the same place I am in yet they just passed by them without the intention of giving some coins. I think they are so much more. Of the tens and hundreds of frowns, of guilty pasts, they are another smile, another clean slate. They are much more. They both excited for Christmas, a grandfather who cooks food that can be distinguished, a cart of colorful toys and a home where love takes more space than the very inhabitants.
They are so much more. He is a grandfather, a father and a husband. He is a young boy who has a bright future in store for him, a dreamer, and they both an owner of a story to read, to tell, and to boast. They are so much more and while typing this, I pray to God the lights may guide them home.