While walking around the farm, I came across an old woman sitting by her door. I think she was sewing something. Her house was made of bricks and a greyish building material. It had corrugated tin roofs and timber doors and windows. Apparently her sons went out to find work in the cities long time ago and that she lived alone. I don’t know if she has a livelihood here or if her sons send her back money regularly. It is the Chinese New Year time when families gather together once a year and yet she is still alone today. I feel for her.
