The boy looked down at hi torn jeans and old T-shirt. "I'm dirty and poor. During the day I sell jewelry to tourists and at night, sleep on the street.". He showed me a pile of leather bracelets at his feet. "Do you make much money?". I asked him "Not much," he admitted. "That's why I sometimes have to beg people to give me some money instead. If my mom and dad could see me now.