Just the way it is...

It looks a clip from 'Gremlins'. First they appear with their pathetic image. Their droopy eyes of melancholia, tattered clothes proof of their poverty, their unkemptness, their skin wanting of a tough scrub, the hole in their soles nut not is their souls evident of their many miles of rubber burning journey, their dehydration and their helplessness were sure to melt even the steadfast of a cold steely heart. If all fails, there is always, the kids! No one would be stone-hearted enough to hurt a child. With their curly locks, demure captivating blue eyes and tears rolling their cheeks, something has to give. Hosts receive them with open arms in the name of humanity. Despite their own cash-strapped coffers, they decided to share their bread. Live and let die, they said to their brethren, come and join our humble meal.

Join their meal they did. Squat in their home, they did. So did, the competition for space, opportunities and place in the sun. As the sunny days were cast by autumn skies, the light dimmed. The happy days of sunflower, rainbow and freshness the air soon turned fetid and damp. As the hosts long for glory days, the visitors, well suited to the curveballs of life, stood steady against the wind.
They adapt.

The visitors feel very much at home. Despite nostalgic thoughts of their origins, home, they decided, is where the foundation is. Deeply intertwined in the affairs of their Newfoundland, the demands started to sound combative. They soon were quite unabashed to make their assertions being heard. They had no qualms of being accused of biting the hand that fed. In their mind, they had a greater calling to answer, not the low lives with their unexemplary decadent perception of living. Clearly they were lost and the visitors feel morally justified to right the wrong. Perhaps, it was their calling.

Some say their way may not be the right way, the only way, but they know deep inside that it is His way and there must be a reason their existence, His devious divine plan?