“Isn’t it sad? How all these people can’t even expect to see a change when they really need it? Like, whatever situation they are in now, it’s like they’re in it forever,” I said to my mom as we were riding in a rickshaw.
“We don’t go to sleep with big dreams for literally a different tomorrow either,” she scoffed at my naivety.
“Yes, but at least you have the hope that one day things will probably change, since you’re working towards it, for it to actually happen in the future. These kids, these kids, don’t even have education. Every day is the same to them,” I argued back. And she fell silent.