A Photo

I held a photo in my hands and stared at it for a while, it was a photo of a seven year old kid  with dark hair and light brown skin. He was shirtless but looking Happy and filled with hope!, He seemed very poor and skinny in the middle of what it seems like a dirty slum.
There was a tiny writing at the bottom of the photo saying "Photograph by J.D "
I remember the time when this photo was taken, because that little dark skinned boy was me!
Now, I'm 20 years old man.
I do not care who took this photo of me , i  do not care how many people admired the simple happiness that photo held.
Because What had this photo brought me?  my human rights? my dignity ?
I'm the same person and again with a similar dirty t-shirt,  same poverty and same Hunger  but with a sad broken look and a broken soul that realized the cruelty and unfairness of this life.