45 seconds...

While heading home, I stopped at the station store to grab a quick snack. A boy in his late teens appeared. Maybe migrant, hands dirty by mopping, but what struck me was his impeccable fluency in English. He quickly spat out the total. I gave him the money, and he passed the change. I wanted to ask but would've looked like a sour journalist. Giving money would've been an insult. I was paralyzed and trapped in unfamiliar helplessness.
I didn't have contacts or how I could help.
I send a silent prayer.

Only if I had the influence and power...