I stepped in front of my favorite egg vendor, the granny with her toothless grin. As I picked out a dozen or so fresh eggs, I felt a small tug on my shirt — it was a little girl with a basket in hand.
I ask her what she wants and she gestures, pointing at my wallet. I shake my head at her and turn away, avoiding eye contact. On the outside, I looked the usual, but on the inside, I was torn.