How precious. I wanted to be bitter, I wanted to be angry, but I can't. They are still there, and more. I suppose the older one, the boy, must be Chuei, but there are three more after him. Two girls and another boy. They are all so young, and that little one. She melts my heart. I snuk there, the chimney was smoking, so I carefully peeked in the window. I saw Chuei stirring something over a pot. The others were trying to help, but the littlest could barely reach the lip on her tip toes. I smiled. It's been so long, I didn't think I remembered. My mother must have been out... their mother? I wonder if I should call them my family still. no doubt they believe their oldest brother to be long dead. I saw no sign of the father at first, until one girl brought a bowl on a tray to the bed. He was there, and it looks like he had lost the use of his legs.
I don't know how to feel. I can just feel empty when I try and think about him now. The farm has grown small. I suppose there is no one to tend the whole thing anymore and the house looks bear. I wonder how many other things they sold off before they accepted their poverty. However, I see the children and they are all smiling. Even Father. Smiling and beaming with pride when he looks at them. It makes my heart ache, but with what I can't tell. I have a few coins left from those men. I'll give them to this family. These children need better food.