ambia.

talking about the small things in life.
i saw the eyes of this woman today; she is not our maid, she comes to our house to work with my mother because 1. she likes my mother 2. she likes my mother. she is nice and a warm character, when i stand beside her, she smiles and it melts my heart. God knows how she spends her "rest of the day". i have seen so much of poverty throughout my life, by just looking around. i have never felt the hunger, the frustration but from far away, i mean, from really far away i can tell these people somehow survive. they think of their "each day's". and that's their way of living. remember the small houses in the villages? their dreams are indeed small because they have small houses, a smaller sky- a smaller roof. but most of these people like Ambia, who are not ruthless or exposed to the rougher extreme of hunger and poverty, have bigger smiles.