It's not fiction. It's true. A painful and cruel truth.
Nelutu was a sad boy. His family, parents and four children never begged for money. They worked hard to survive. They built a cottage on the edge of the village. When they moved into it they had neither doors nor windows. They had no furniture. They did not even have a stove. Clothes, although they were clean in appearance, smelled of smoke. They heated directly from the fire. They were sleeping on the floor. And their homework was doing there too. The sick father could not work. It was only my mother who, when she came home from work in the evening, brought one bread every day. She cuts it in four and give each piece to the four children. If he was not careful the big brothers, they were stealing the bread and he was sleeping hungry.
Like Nelutu like other children. You always see them. They are apathetic and sad. He enjoys a colleague giving him a piece of his pack.
Soon, December begins, the gifts month, a month that gives us, through its rich symbolism, a lesson of generosity. Now, more than at any other time of the year, we think of homes without fire and children lacking a happy and carefree childhood because of a far too cruel fate. We think of grandparents waiting in vain for someone to visit them.
Help me bring the smile on their lips by donating for them, or if you can donate clothes, shoes, food, you are very welcome to write me at [email protected]
This is a personal project and I promised myself that I will do everything I can to help every year those children and I am doing this personal charity from 2013, after visiting Nelutu's home and being so impressed.
"True happiness is and can not be but the one who gives it."