Tomorrow

When the sun sets and the day ends and I lay down to rest, I remember, I always remember where I slept yesterday. It is a game I play in my mind to check my sanity. It is either a good day or a bad day depending on where I find to sleep. Even if the whole day was dry and I am faint with hunger, if I can find a warm corner to snuggle in I count it as a good day. Because any other kid could have found that place but I did. One thousand kids are going to be cold tonight but I get to be warm, that's something to be thankful for rather than dwelling on my empty stomach. There will be food tomorrow. The universe is aware of me.
It's not just a game. It's a reality check, it helps me to stay hopeful in this crazy world. I remember where I come from, where I am, and where I want to be. I also do it for Papa. He used to say that a river that forgets its beginning will dry up suddenly. Papa is gone now but I carry him in my heart daily. I don't want to dry up suddenly.
Memories of Papa keep me alive and warm on the bad days. He died in the market and environmental people came to take his body away when it started smelling. And that was all. My papa. That day I promised him that I would write his name on the highest peak for the whole world to see.
I slept under Roundabout Bridge yesterday, but I'm heading for that peak. I just may sleep there tomorrow. 

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