I met a little girl on the way. She was holding her baby brother's hand with one hand, and with the other, a small water jar. The rims around her languid eyes were black. She kept approaching us with a sense of curiosity but would only stand in front of me to stare at me and to pose for the camera. But her smile was frequently interrupted by her disagreeable facial expressions- I wasn't sure if she was just relaxing from her unnatural efforts of smiling or if she was just being playful. She was barely responsive, and I couldn't tell if she conveyed warmth or coldness. In a way, she conveyed both. After a while, she walked into this shelter, where a few others were sitting around. I watched her for a long time until it hit me... 
They live here.
They live here.
This is their home.
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