No walls, no roof, just a table, a bench, and hope. Cars passed, buses honked. [music] People rushed by with tired faces. Some bought food. Many did not. Goi smiled at everyone. Good morning, she said again and again. Some people replied. Some did not even look at her. By afternoon, the sun was hot. Goi wiped sweat from her face.
She counted her money and frowned. [music] It was not much. She sighed but kept serving. That was when she noticed them again. Across the road, [music] close to an unfinished building, three small boys sat on the ground. They were always there. Goi had seen them before. many times. But that day she really looked at them.
They were thin. Their clothes were dirty and torn. Their feet were bare. Dust covered their skin. But what caught her eye was not the dirt. It was their faces. They looked the same. The same eyes, the same nose, the same mouth. Triplets. paused. Her spoon stayed in the air. Are they really three? She whispered to herself. The boys sat quietly.
