Standing in the shadow of a tree I wait to cross the street and have lunch with a friend in a fancy restaurant.
Waiting for the cars to pass I see her walking under the burning sun.
Both of us stroke gently our bellies.
Both of us carry (precious?) new life in it.
I'm wearing high heels and carrying an expensive purse with my smart phone and credit cards in it.
She is wearing no shoes and is carrying a dirty plastic bag with some cans int it.
Life just taught me another lesson.
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