I ducked my head into the darkness of the 2 room house. Pieces of tin, reeds packed with mud, a few stones placed here and there, tarps and pieces of fabric to close openings... this was the “house”. House is a generous word.
My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could see a small table with several pieces of cookware, plastic bowls, a container of water. A young woman and mother, just twenty years old, smiled and welcomed us into her home. Her 2 younger brothers, neither in their teens, looked on quietly from the corner. Her 5 year old daughter clung to her mama’s leg. We learned that her husband was long gone. Her mother had recently died as well.