As I looked into the eyes of Glady and Laurine, I wondered how their life was different than mine. My guess is that Glady owned the small store that they were sitting in front of. They could be working for someone else too. Laurine was Glady's daughter. I loved their eyes. Look at them.
You can see deep inside to their souls. They are happy. Would I be happy in their shoes? I hope so but I don't know. They were happy. They were so different than all of the other shop owners and shop workers at this stop in Africa. Most would hassle us as we walked by. Not Glady and Laurine. They were polite. They assumed that we would walk in and take a look at their goods if we wanted to. There was no hassling us. I liked that. We went in.....and we bought.