Last Sunday I attended Mass in Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe. I stayed on to enjoy the vast playground like church area. There were kids who actually used it as playground, running actively in a chase contest. Looking at them full of life energized me. Like what may happen in games, there were protestings that this thing wasn't fair, that thing wasn't fair. I stopped in my tracks to hear from a squeaky voice a PI. It repeated not once but at least five times. Who did the utterance come from? From one of the girls playing. Out of the mouth of babes you would surmise what kind of a family or neighborhood they are growing up in.
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