Of Different Worlds and Different Lives

A woman approaches the front gate. There she stands, a rice cooker in her hands. Share with me some rice, she asks. The woman, or just a girl, has seven children and a husband who cannot fish on account of the storm that keeps him ashore.

Of different worlds and different lives, a family of six or more has nothing to eat again. White rice, salt and oil. Another day goes by. She visits to bring us flowers. We give her bread and butter. That's something at least.