The little girl came out of the corner shop. Her clothing was grubby and a couple of sizes too large for her. Her shoes were also too big on her tiny feet. In her hand she held a solitary hen's egg. As she proceeded to cross the road, her `too big shoes` caused her to trip. She tried desperately to regain her balance, not so much to save herself but to save her precious cargo. Alas, all her efforts were in vain and she dropped the egg.

With a stricken look upon her child's face, she tried desperately to scoop up the running mess, as the broken yellow yoke peppered with eggshell, dripped through her fingers. The tears rolled down her thin, undernourished face, she looked up and catching my worried eye, sobbed saying, ` I'll get killed, that's me Da's tea. `

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