A girl holding small cute bags wanted to sell them to us. We were walking at the old temples around Siem Reap.
She was staring at my wife’s face and tripped on a stone. The hurt pained her. I was sad seeing her pain.
The pain feeling vanished from her face in a split of second. Pain to wish.
She was looking at my wife’s face, you remember? That little Cambodian girl was attracted by the red ‘bindi’ my wife was wearing and she wanted one like that.
A pain forgotten and curiosity making her move forward again!