Every early morning, a kind lady passes by our house.
She carries a heavy bundle of firewood on her head all the way downtown.

Sometimes she walks with three young boys.
They walk quietly, with sleepy eyes, following her mother in a line.

I am curious as I sweep the ground around our house.
One sunny morning, I put down my broom and decided to greet her.

She stopped and responded to me with a warm smile.
Her kind voice made my curiosity grow even stronger.

The next day, I waited for her again, but she did not pass by.
I felt sad and wondered if she was fine.

A week later, I saw her coming again with a big bundle of firewood on her head.
"Can I talk to you?" I started, walking closer to her.

I asked her many questions, and she answered everyone politely.
She tole me she is a single mother of three boys.
They sell firewood for a living.

At the end, we made a happy agreement.
She would come to do piecework at our house.
I made new friends.