The child and mother are going on a trip.
They are on the street. I saw a car go by.
This is not a home, this is an advertising paper.
The man is not so young, and not so old.
He is playing on a guitar for money donations.
He wants to work, but places won’t hire him because he is not so young.
He has a little bag of money next to him.
He’s singing too.
Perhaps he speaks, Spanish, but he’s probably singing in English.
I see a tree, a car and a little black bag.
I see a sketch on the door and a picture of tree branches.
I see a big dark door.
The little boy is about 10; his name is Georgie.
The mother is Stephanie. The man’s name is Michael.
It is not a cold day, because the mother has very short pants; it’s a nice and sunny day.
The child isn’t dressed very nice; his sleeves don’t fit him.
They are not rich, they might be poor.
They might also be collecting money in their bag.
This is Los Angeles, because it’s not a cold day.
The child does not look happy; he is very serious and sad.
The mother is listening to the man’s music.
Perhaps these people are homeless.
When I make pictures, I like to make everything bright; the pictures on the door are not bright.
If I saw them on the street, I would give them donations.
I would give them my food.
When I was young, there was no food; we were hungry.
So now I want to help as much as I can.
I never throw away a piece of bread or crumb.
I give them to the birdies and help the homeless.
I would help these people.
That’s what I like to do.
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