the rich get richer and the poor get children. One time I lived in a family hotel in a deep mountain for the weekend. What impressed me most that time was not the scenic splendor or the kindness of local people, but a little shy dirty girl. The 4-year-old girl was the second child of the family. Both she and her elder brother were illiterate, dirty, and shorter than most city kids of the same age. Their verbal abilities were underdeveloped too, because the family simply didn't have the ability to take good care of them, and tourists always tend to talk to cute and clean local kids instead of the opposite. To the two kids who had never been out of the village, it was of little difference whether the tourists were from the city or from outer space. The hostess had no taste of dressing, food and maybe everything. The first dinner seemed nasty and tasted funny, and one of my friends took out a cluster of grapes and shared with everybody. Suddenly she caught sight of the two kids with mouths watering and eyes staring at the juicy purple grapes. She gave each child two grapes and then go on with our talking. I turned back and saw the two sit quietly on stools, peeling and savoring the big grapes, and then shocked by what the boy did. After finishing his share, wandering for a while, the boy jumped up from his stool, rushing to our table, tearing a grape, and then went back to his corner to enjoy the delicacy. All this happened in only less than 10 seconds, just like a snappy robbery. It was indeed a robbery, because I saw a glimpse of hatred in his eyes, more than several times. I could imagine how terrible he had always been treated by his parents: "Little wild beast, why aren't you dead!" On the contrary, the girl was weak and fearful, and did nothing offensive. But my sympathetic friend gave the girl more when seeing how rude her brother was. In the end, the kids both got what they wanted, but one seemed to be weak and good, another crude and evil. To be continued...