Solar Street Lights In The Forgotten Community
Six year-old Romina stumbled into the shack that she calls home crying out for her mother. “Mom, I fell again, this time on sharp rocks, it hurts so bad” said Romina with her hands on her knees. Her mother in the darkness tried to wipe the blood that was running down her legs. She said “Romina, I told you a thousand times before to come home before sun down, why didn’t you listen!” Romina had fallen on the dirt path…