The Impossible Dreams of a Paper-Selling Street Kid
Mother says my someday dreams are like holding out handfuls of used paper on a day when there is no buyer. But I tell her that having papers on a day with no buyer is better than empty hands on a day when there is one. A buyer may come tomorrow, or the day after, or someday.
A sweet, small book, in prose, of a young girl longing to be loved.
A story you won’t be able to keep to yourself. – HK, reader
…beautiful, and I’ve cried through the whole thing. -reader
Very touching. -reader
…truly delightful! -reader .
..beautifully written and very powerful and such an important subject. -reader