Seeing these children selling newspapers on the streets has a therapeutic effect on me. According to the tour guide, most of these children are very poor and have very complex family backgrounds as Indonesian men normally marry a number of wives! But they are so simple and ebullient children! When they see a bus full of tourists, they will wave frantically at us, smile joyfully and even jump up and down, to their delight!
As I looked at them through the bus window, I felt that relative to their plight, I am really fortunate, regardless of the conflicts or pressures that had occurred between my mum and me. I truly should have nothing to lament about.
