The small town has a simple and honest character, and everywhere on the streets you can see African children playing football.
Emma Benson had been to Africa before. Seeing these children in tattered clothes, many of them barefoot, she felt heartbroken.
The football under the children's feet could hardly be called a football. The outer skin was cracked, and it was likely leaking air, but they were having a great time.
Emma suddenly felt a sense of guilt. A few years ago, after returning to Brazil, she set up a fund to support children in impoverished areas of Africa. Now it seems that simply providing support is not enough; she should put in more effort.
Three cars drove on the street and finally arrived at their destination ten minutes later.
It was a three-story building with some semblance of a small villa. Though not a mansion in the strictest sense, it was something only the wealthy could afford in this small town.
