Chewymom

We have friends who are living overseas. Here is a story they shared with us of a conversation between the dad and his six-year-old son:

The morning was quiet, and the old city streets were almost deserted. This morning, as we wound our way through the maze everything was still except for this conversation I listened to between father and son…

Son, commenting on seeing a poor unkempt woman sitting on the street: “Daddy, why is he sitting there?”

Dad: “Well, honey, first of all that is a she, not a he, and she doesn’t have a home to live in. She is homeless.”

Son: “How does she get food?”

Dad: “People give her food.”

Son: “Do they ever give her money?”

Dad: “Yes, sometimes people give her money too so she can buy food to eat. (Pause…) … Do you think we should give her something?”

Son, looking up into Dad’s face with grave sincerity after a long quiet moment: “How much does a house cost?”

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