Sister

I keep thinking about a recent conversation I had with my sister.

She said, “I hate it when people don’t give beggars anything, or street-musicians for that matter. I mean how many beggars do we even have in Holland?”

My sister hardly ever raises her voice. I may have only heard her do so twice in my entire life. She did this time though. She even slammed her hand down on the table while saying, “and these people then say, “if I give them money they’ll never learn.” Learn what? You’re rich and he’s poor. That’s all there is to learn.”