hi i'm a 7 year old boy in zimbabwe. the past 5 years of my life have spent begging for scraps on the side of the ditch marking my parent's grave. the 2 years before that were spent praying that the vicious strains of malaria and ebola wouldn't take my family from me. yesterday my parent's graves were dug up and filled in order to make a stable foundation for a starbucks that was being built there. as i no longer have a place to beg, it seems the only way to sustain my existence is to have a
gmail account. if anyone could ease my pain and show me these long years of suffering have not been in vain,
this hope-abandoned boy would shout a thousand blessings from the roof of the aforementioned coffeeshop.