How did the kids at the sweatshop stay focused? Taking into consideration they were working against their will, it is rather disturbing to imagine how they managed to live by the day.
Lacking in every aspect of shelter, food and care that is beyond contention, the question of what kept them going lingers. What gave them the will to open their eyes every morning and end escape from the sanctuary created in a night’s dream. Could it be that each day, a cry of hope against the tyrants would eventually end their misery?
Selfish gains triumph collective good. ‘Absolute power corrupts absolutely’. Let the caution be yours when others have swept it off their conscience. Or just call it empathy, not sympathy in one’s case.