Clutching a handful of notes, a look of hope on her face, she approaches the counter with small, tentative steps. An exchange of words, handing the notes over hesitantly, and then, the wait, the return to a pattern she doesn’t quite like, but continues with for a purpose.
Images of a family, surviving on one person’s wages, maybe having a better life. And she’s all alone, away from her parents, from her husband, from her children. Slogging day in, day out, and you’d refuse them the few hours of respite, of speaking in their native tongue, of having a sense of belonging, of mutual commiseration, just because it “causes unrest”, just because it is a “social hazard”?
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December 9, 2008 at 12:54 pm
Aye. It’s sad to see the kind of world many people live in. Blindness, in all senses. This is what we are trying to nurture, and it’s not like our oh-s0-almighty government is helping.
By the way, have a safe trip, take care of yourselves and have fun. =)