Every morning, a lady passed by our house.

Sometimes she walked with three young boys.

The boys walked on either side of the lady.

They were quiet and with sleepy eyes.

One morning as I swept the ground around our house, I felt curious.

I put down my broom and decided to greet the lady and the boys.

They stopped and smiled at me.

The warmth in the lady's voice made me even more curious.

The next day, I waited for them again, but they did not come by.

I felt sad and wondered if they were okay.

A week later, I saw the lady again. She was alone and carrying a big bundle of firewood on her head.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked as I walked closer to her.

The lady answered all the questions I asked her.

She told me that she was a single mother raising three boys.

They made a living by selling firewood.

In the end, we reached a happy agreement.

We became friends.