struct the sidewalk across the street. She carries gravel in a wok-shaped piece of metal, moving slowly but consistently all day in the sun. I’ve noticed her kids before: sitting, playing, digging through mounds of cement blocks, garbage and dirt. Today her little one (I’m guessing he’s 18 months or so) has been standing on our side of the street, looking across and crying. His mom, and his older brother of about 4 or 5 has been totally ignoring him. I want to go over and hug him, but can't. Tuesday, July 1, 2008
The woman by work
Thursday June 26: There is a woman with two kids who is helping to con
struct the sidewalk across the street. She carries gravel in a wok-shaped piece of metal, moving slowly but consistently all day in the sun. I’ve noticed her kids before: sitting, playing, digging through mounds of cement blocks, garbage and dirt. Today her little one (I’m guessing he’s 18 months or so) has been standing on our side of the street, looking across and crying. His mom, and his older brother of about 4 or 5 has been totally ignoring him. I want to go over and hug him, but can't.
struct the sidewalk across the street. She carries gravel in a wok-shaped piece of metal, moving slowly but consistently all day in the sun. I’ve noticed her kids before: sitting, playing, digging through mounds of cement blocks, garbage and dirt. Today her little one (I’m guessing he’s 18 months or so) has been standing on our side of the street, looking across and crying. His mom, and his older brother of about 4 or 5 has been totally ignoring him. I want to go over and hug him, but can't. 
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