Tonight I saw two boys on a crossroad. One in a car, One on the street.
The boy on the street had many colorful balloons yet he wore a gloomy look on his face. While the boy in the car had just one balloon and was happy, momentarily.
The balloon seller boy has seen life from much closer. The weight of these light, polka dotted helium balloons crushed his childhood. While it buoys the childhood of a privileged kid.
But the privileged kid is not happy with one balloon anymore. He wants all the balloons!
Only if he knew, how heavy the burden of having all these unsold balloons at night was.
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