The other week I was out again with the Mobile Medical Tuktuk, doing the usual medical run into the slums, and I met a little girl. She was bright and chatty, and for about 2 hours, she and a crowd of kids played a flurry of hand clapping games. She was the one who knew all the words and laughed and clapped her way through the evening. I asked her if she was in school and she looked briefly away, and said no. I asked her how old she was, she said 11, she has 4 siblings and she cleans the shack, and takes care of her younger siblings and works on something else, which I couldn't understand... I faked a smile and we continued with the singing and clapping games, but inside I was really hurting. This kid needs a better chance. They all do.