If we would only try

I met a child today at a notary's office. He had a kind of mental disorder but he shook me with his emotional power. He was around 6 and his father, grand mother and mom were with him. His movements were jerky, his face was pale.
He held an icon in his hand asked for more, saying loudly, urgently and repeatedly:"Buy me a little icon!". he was denied by his granny who asked him to be patient, to wait until the grown-ups would finish their bisiness at the notary, but he still repeated his plead and finally threw the icon to the floor staying with clear firm and determined expression on his face.