We had to park on the Main Street and walk down to their house. Many of the poor people here do not own the land they build their shacks on. It seems to be excepted.
This is the lane we needed to walk down to get to this family.
This is the tree, and this is the family. A father (who was not here when we visited), a mother and four kids.
The mother asked the older daughter to go get the "Aklak ni Mormon" that the Elders had given to them on an earlier visit. She had some questions about it. The girl got up and ran and jumped through the window that is shown below and returned through the door with the book.
The family is very proud of their tree. It is well over a hundred years old. The exposed roots are massive and is a very nice place to sit, and for the kids to play. It is a beautiful tree.
We visited for awhile. We had some candy that I gave to the kids, which they were greatful for. This little family had almost nothing, but they had smiles on their faces. They were not miserable as we westerners might suspect. They seemed to be happy.
They may never remember us, but I do not believe I will ever forget them. Today, they taught me. I have been thinking about them ever since our visit. I think this visit may be a life altering event for me.
A gift from the family that lives in the little shack under ths Mango tree. They are in a every way.....
Mga Anak ng Diyos (children of God).