A widowed farmer stops to watch a family building a mud house… he never imagined that they would end up changing his life forever.

staring ahead with that hollow look children get when their bodies give up before their spirit can name it.

I approached slowly so I wouldn’t frighten them. I dismounted and said the only thing that made sense.

-Good morning.

The woman lifted her face. She was young, not more than thirty. Yet hardship had aged her, carved into her skin, into her cracked continue reading …