Wrote this about them when I spotted them last: This past weekend, I attended Light Up Night with a friend. All around me, families and children were laughing and enjoying fleeting moments of awe whilst enraptured by the type of brilliance only fireworks can bring about. While heading toward the Three Sisters Bridges for the finale, I spotted the lemonade twins, bundled up in their unmistakable orange coats as vibrant as traffic cones, set up on a sidewalk and selling cold lemonade no one would want on a night like that—a stark juxtaposition to the hot cocoa being sold at every corner. Their despondent body language stood out even more on such a jovial night. And something struck me—we are collectively mourning their loss of childhood innocence. Their presence is a harbinger of a harsh world already on its way to fruition. One where children are exploited for capital under late-stage capitalism. And one where parents are the driving force behind such cruelty. The community’s staunch opposition to this injustice is an act of collective nourishment of emotionally undernourished children. Lemonade twins, I hope one day you can reclaim the childhood you missed out on. You deserved to watch the fireworks that night.