This is a short story I wrote in Spanish (and received an A!!).
In the last two essays that I wrote I spoke of delicious food, beautiful places, like Stellenbosch, and fine wines. But this story is different, it is sad. I am going to write about poor people who do not have enough to eat, and about those with horrible deformities.
My story begins when we arrived at the train station in Agra early one morning. We were traveling with a group of fellow SAS voyagers, including a nine-year-old girl. Immediately many poor people came up, touching us and begging for food and money. There were two with deformities of their legs, one walked like a gorilla, the other like a crab. They looked like monsters. They walked/crawled rapidly towards us, and frightened the little girl. For this reason she was fearful of returning to the train station that night. But something good happened that changed her opinion of them. When we returned to the station the men came to us, again begging for food and money. This time, instead of turning her back on them, one woman from our group began a conversation with them. Soon two more crippled men approached. Because of this kind conversation the men slowly began to smile. I don't know if the woman gave them money or not, it doesn't matter. More importantly she gave them respect. And, seeing their smiles, the little girl was no longer afraid.
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