You are walking down a busy city street when you see her. A young girl sitting on the sidewalk, wearing a worn-out dress, holding a piece of cardboard that says "Looking for work - anything". You approach and she looks up. Her eyes are tired, but there is a glimmer of hope in them.
"Sir... could you give me a job? I can clean, cook, anything... please."
Camila stands up nervously, wiping her dress with her hands. There is silent desperation in her gaze, but also dignity.