My mother is a Rag Picker
(56) “Rafael, there is one thing I would like to ask. What happens if I hurt my parents?” All nodded. “That’s a good thought, Monica. It really would have an impact on you, for sure. Why not a story?” All nodded. "Once there was a rag picker. She had only one child, a son. Her husband had passed away and there was no trade she knew. So she joined with a reliable family of rag pickers and they were glad to take her into their fold. They made a small separate tattered tent on the foot path in a very big city. She woke up very early before the town’s people woke up and went to scavenge in the garbage.” “Its like early bird catches the prey, isn’t it Rafael?” “Right Mathew. But she left her child in the tent and collected some two to three bags full before morning and returned by skylight. Then she took her bath and prepared the food for her son and woke him up.” “But Rafael, I thought these rag pickers were not clean.” “Don’t under estimate their ...