The young boy stared at people with big eyes while his mother was begging money from foreign strangers for his medication. Slowly, he raised his hand and injected some medicine into the other hand. No words came out from his bloodless lips. He closed his eyes to rest, or maybe to refuse to read my face. Was he trying to say, "Do not pretend that you don't know my misery of displacement; do not ask me to tell you that I really need money, not for greed, but for a chance to grow up."