We have the same sky

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We rent a small house from a woman in the city.The house is so old that it seems very ugly. We have no our own house in the city.We go to job by bus or subway. One day as I was walking throug a crowded ground I saw a ragged man sitting on the ground and in whoes arms there's a sleeping boy who seemed about six or seven years old.The boy looks as ragged as the man. The man is his father ,I think. In front of them there's a small box and there's some money in it.The child is so pitiful. But what can I do?I have no enough money to give other people.I want to cry.Everyone has the same sky on top of its head,but each one lives in a different world.