Never will I forget the day that I returned to the country of my roots... Peru.
The last time I was in Peru was when I was four years old. Eight years later, my parents finally decided to send me to Peru by myself so that I can be forced to learn Spanish, because of the fact that I had almost completely forgotten Spanish since I only spoke English in America.
I finally arrive in Lima, Peru with all my relatives awaiting my arrival. I could barely speak Spanish, all I knew were the basics like, "Hola"... "Como Estas"... "Estoy cansada"... and especially "Tengo hambre". So after I arrive at my aunt's house, I tell my cousins that I'm hungry and the only restaurant that I immediately recognized was the McDonald's that we drove by on the way to the house.
We walked like around eight blocks to get to McDonald's. On the way there we were trying to communicate with each other, me talking broken Spanglish to them and my cousins speaking broken English to me. The only way we could get something clear between one another was through hand gestures.
So we finally arrive at McDonald's, we get some food and we eat inside and then I take some food to go with me to take back to my aunt's house. Me and my cousins walked outside those doors and suddenly two little kids,a boy and a girl no more than five or six years old, come running up to me begging me for some food. The language barrier that was there suddenly disappeared, and even though I did not understand word for word what they were saying to me I could tell by the dirty clothes they were wearing, their faces stained by dirt, and by the look of their bodies, I could tell that it must have been have been a long time since they had a decent meal and a decent place to sleep in.
My heart could not help but feel pity and sorrow for these poor kids. So I gave them all my food, and they could not believe that I was being so nice and giving them so much food and they both just hugged me and started crying saying, "Gracias senorita, gracias, gracias". My heart suddenly wished that I could share with them the privileged life that I live back in America.
The little girl took my hand, and then asked me to follow her. My cousins are absolutely shocked that I would give them my food because usually what they do is ignore them and continue walking and my cousins followed me and the little boy and girl. The little kids led me across the street to a tree-less little park. We then walk up to a woman who is snugly sleeping on the grass of the park. It turned out that she was their mother, they woke her up, and then introduced me to her. I could tell she was furious with me for giving her children the McDonald's. Some odd words later... I understood that she had two other children who were trying to sell candy to cars driving by on the street parallel to the park. I look over to see her other two kids and at that very moment, a car driving way too fast almost hit one of her children who was trying to sell candy. The car did manage to stop on time right before almost hitting the shocked child avoiding an almost certain death.
To see children having to live in any situation, such as having to beg people for food, breaks my heart. I feel so helpless, I feel like there is nothing I can do because I do not know the situation in which they are coming from. Also because I don't know where to start. How do I help these families that live like this? I honestly, don't know where to go or who to talk to when it comes to having these kind of concerns. I care a great deal about families, more specifically children, who have to go through these kind of troubles on a daily basis. However, I do feel that the only thing that is holding me back from consistently seeking information on helping out in these kinds of situations is... reality. What would happen if I do dedicate my time and effort into helping out families who live in countries that, in my opinion, have a poor government system? I feel that if i do help, that things will always be the same no matter what. They will still be living in a country that does not care enough to provide these impoverished people with any decent kind of help. I am only one person, and I know that it will take a war, whether it be verbal or physical, to try and change the kind of government system that any country has.