C137 Buddha dozing

The one who bent down to pick me up was a boy who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old. He was dressed in rags, dirty, dirty, disheveled, and barefooted. In his hand was a woven bag. The knitting bag already contained some plastic bottles and magazine books. He should be a wanderer and a scavenger.

Holding me in one hand, he held me in front of him for a moment and said to himself