Mary Periera is a person like any of us, except that she saw no choice where we all see.

When we see a little girl begging on the streets, we see a choice. To think about her or not to.
When we see kids scanning the bin outside the restaurant for a piece of bread, we see a choice. To look or not to
When we see people less fortunate than us on the streets, we see a choice. To help or not to.

Mary Periera saw no choice, but to sell all her property and jewels worth fourty lakhs to give life to a 'home'. A ‘home’ just enough for thirty odd children, literally thrown out by their parents, to sleep. A 'home' to feed them and to take care of their health and studies. A 'home' where she is the 'Amma' for all those who yearns for a mother.

She still remembers how she did not have a choice when she kissed goodbye to Louis, her eldest son, seventeen years back and how she did not have a choice when her husband died, when she was just thirty. Mary tells "The kids need me, I need them".

And we know, they need our help. Do we really have a choice?