[Reprint] children, let me take you Home! _ find Angel

Children, let us take you home ... Original address: children, let me take you home! author: little fish child, let me give you home!, this is how the eyes of a sunny, poor child, your eyes are full of relatives of missing eyes covered with blue eyes, you do not see their faces, you lose the theories of the past. I can't wait to see your eyes, I'm afraid I can't resist tears flooded, poor kids, you once parents hand the girl dancing on, you also had the joy of the childhood. After you bent figure was crying, you wandering behind is what a sad, children, many want to hug you, I love to take care of the children, many would like to take you home, give you an early end to the days of wandering. I curse you, those other things, you will be one lovely child trafficking, the first ruin the body, let them begging around the street, their young minds, already forgotten what a disgrace and self-esteem, they become numb, become on the confidence of living there, their future on the road of life, but also believe? what can look forward to? beautiful life they used to be the mother of angels, is Granny's eye, the father heart of pistachio. But they now have to do is beating every day, eat a good meal meals, storm helpless stands to begging. Who can imagine, ragged and dirty flea's appearance, it had a happy childhood, have also set all sorts of love. And their parents, child trafficking, they run out of money, debt, rushing around the country. Their hearts are already rubbing it into pieces, and their tears has long been swallowed up by the desert travel, their spirit has collapsed, they have only one goal is to find their missing child. Because in the supermarket, market, or even the negligence of the doorway for a while, their children in an instant. Originally from a warm family, broken in an instant. "Child rows in the parent concern" for the adult child, mother, moreover, to say nothing of those who do not have a non-discrimination, no survival ability of the child. "Boy, my kids there. "When mothers like xianglin General people asked, when father despite its sympathy expressions so sad, when white grandparents who, in the wind bent back, looking forward to every day wear eyes, when they had to look for the grandchildren, turbid tears, so how can blow the depressing. They can't believe the children turned out to be such a life, the children were abduction or stolen, the youngest of all the Earth, those hardships conscience of Brutes, will the children deliberately disabled, only to gain more sympathy, ask for more money. Streets, maybe you have seen them, because such a child too much, just an ordinary city, China everywhere these street children. The fog are orphans of tragedy, staged every day. They either begging or playing acrobatics. More poor is that they are unable to get every day and clothing that you face every day life of a Blizzard, the worse you face every day person misses his parents. Want to do my eyes because they could not see you for the lovely appearance would like to do my ears because they won't hear you call "mother" want to do your own hands because they can't touch your skin to do your body because it can't and don't want to hug you own thoughts because it can no longer and your heart now, I still keep them because I don't want to give up I have to rely on them to find you baby! this is a mother's voice, this is a lost child mothers cry, we should be able to realize that there's no nothing, than to lose their children more cruel. In the face of an Angel cute baby was abducted, pin them on the go, do not know is what kind of person, I do not know what will be subjected to torture �� you will feel piercing pain? you maybe lucky not experiencing pain, did you know that in this country, there are hundreds of thousands of children each year, hundreds of thousands of families of missing and broken, hundreds of thousands of parents fell into deep see bottom of the abyss pain? when you saw lying in the streets the dismemberment, grotesque beggar, you would think that they themselves are not disabled, but traffickers preying on% persons with disabilities to win the sympathy of passers-by? do you think that those who embrace of middle-aged beggars are always ill was, ��� child, traffickers keep strong irrigation that become sleeping pills? would you like to have, a body has a shocking wound beggar, is used by traffickers repeatedly cut, even with the sulphuric acid burning? do you think that the silence of the beggar, how much they have to endure even the adults are unbearable pain? at this point, I don't know what to write on, tears are already wetting my eyes, poor child, I weep for you, poor parents, I also want to shout together with you, those utterly devoid of conscience, quick stop you crazy manner, caring people, let's call the concern of the community together to combat human trafficking crimes and harmonious community. I cry, I cry, in the face of these streets begging children, many would like to help you find your own children, although I was only a weak and feeble woman, but I believe I can through the network to call everyone together to wake the dead souls, let us all have a common dream: to those of street kids do something-is not a charity to give them a coin, the relief it, or even counter-productive. We work together and do your part to help them find their loved ones. Let eachA baby back to his mother's embrace of the spoiled; let every mother are not secretly cries in the night!, it is also necessary to make those maiming children of traffickers are just punishment for maiming children, stress child begging the Cancer Foundation for the survival of lost, but also a tranquil and peaceful society survive environment! children, I want to take you home, kid, do not despair, I believe you will find once happy homes. I remember, there's a parents describe this kind of pain, sleep, child returned, afraid it's not really that hard, pinch pinched his thigh pain, many thought it was true. As a result, the dream still awake. There are two parents, in a dream always feel that they lost something important things, but can't remember exactly what was lost. Wake up later to think of it, is my soul is lost. Always think of these two, I'll feel unable to speak. Such evil acts, lawless acts, it should disappear from the room thoroughly! we can do very little, but just a little, you can let the children left home near a little. Please join us, so that more children go home!