"It has been a terrible month," Ezekiel said. "Every night I sleep in the park. I have been asking God to help me, but I have been very afraidI have never slept outside before." He wiped at his eyes, then managed a smile. "Last night when I prayed, God said tomorrow he would help."
He walked across the park, turning several times to look back at me, and finally disappeared among the jeepneys and buses clogging Roxas Boulevard. I studied my map and was relieved to see that he was, in fact, headed in the general direction of the bus station.
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