Are they poor.. or.. we.

i was coming back from work and was struck in the usual traffic jam in cannaught place circle. it appeared that the cars ahead would take some time to move so i could relax for a while.. i loosened my seat belt and looked out through the window on my side. i saw i couple sitting in a white colour toyota corrolla. the man sitting holding the steering looked nearing fourty and the lady sitting next to him was probably her wife who was busy loving the little girl sitting in her lap who should have been in 3rd standard.. or somewhere near.. the little girl was beautiful and the lady was looking happy.. her happiness was evident the way she was kissing the girl's cheeks. the beautiful pink dress of the girl looked expensive and i concluded that she was their daughter. why? thats because the girl's slightly bigger nose resembled the lady's. i was about to take my eyes off them when their car slightly moved ahead.. a few steps.. and now i saw another girl sitting on the back seat. the girl appeared poor.. she was untidy.. dark complexion.. and.. more. she was more or less the same age of the girl sitting ahead. she looked to be their maid.. or maid's daughter.. a servant for sure. the glittering shine in her eyes was infectious.. the girl seemed so damn interested in the outside world.. the tall buildings.. the traffic.. the cars.. she was constantly moving in the car from one window to another.. and looked happy.. even more than the lucky one ahead. she moved towards my side of her window and looked at my car.. and then at me and smiled. somehow her smile.. her eyes caught my attention to the core.. many thoughts cropped up in my mind at once.. within no time the innocent face of the little girl who was at that time the happiest person around struck a chord with me. just then car in front of me moved and traffic behind began honking.. traffic in delhi is impatient. i had to move.. i wanted to stay there for some more time but soon the bikers took over the little space between the two cars and i lost her sight. i went straight and that car moved on another side.
for the rest of my journey home i was thinking about that girl. i didnt like the difference of treatment given to both the girls, although the poor didnt at all seemed to be complaining or minding the enormous love that was being showered on the other girl but i had a problem with that. i felt bad about what i saw. the couple ahead unconciously made the girl feel inferior.. a childs mind is pure, it absorbs whatever it sees and believes.. and i felt that she had believed herself to be inferior.. inferior in more ways than one. and i m afraid that complex is going to be with her for the rest of her life. i felt and still feeling very bad about it.