The movie was told in flashbacks to the main character's childhood, and while I don't want to give away the movie, suffice it to say that he grew up in abject poverty. Seeing all those children starving and begging on the streets, living in filth and squalor, and being mistreated and abused really upset me. It took me a couple of hours to get my jaw unclenched and my blood pressure back to normal.
I know that this really is the way life is for many children in the world, and when I really think about it, it makes me sad. I am struck by how fortunate I was to have been born into such a prosperous family, how privileged my life has been, and how lucky I am to be able to pass along such stability to my own child. We've never worried about where our next meal was coming from, never had to resort to thievery or deception to stay alive, and our opportunities are unlimited compared to those of people who have grown up under such dire circumstances.
I am so glad to be able to more than adequately feed, clothe, and house my child, and to know that in the event of my untimely demise, he will still be taken care of thanks to my life insurance policy, my husband, and (in the event of Jeff's death too) his godparents.
But I still get depressed when I think about all the children in this world who don't have that kind of support system.
Everyone is somebody's baby, and this hits home even more when you have a child of your own.