‘I ran into that corridor! Did I make a mistake?’
‘What did you see?’
‘It was gorgeous Daddy! Magnificent! There were lights and doors. And the floor was shining like a... mirror... so clean! I loved it...! Can we live in that corridor, daddy? It had so many doors; can’t we use just one?’
‘It’s not ours, sweetheart. We work here, do all the chores... we can’t live here!’
‘If we do everything here, then why not live? You clean it so good, daddy!’
Poor man’s lone eyes escaped a tear as he narrated the harsh inequalities of the world!