still.

Still.

We are still baking bread and making flower bouquets every Friday. And it’s still profitable! Three women make a days salary + savings on the bread baking, and Daw Ma Oo’s family is still coming together to keep up flower sales and make ends meet while she’s away for cancer treatment.

There are still two ladies sewing in our house three days a week, and usually a sleeping baby within sight. They are still cute as ever.

I’m still teaching Mwei Mwei a few days a week in math, English, and typing; she is reading Burmese books and answering essay questions; and she is taking a Thai class.

Oh, and I’m still an ogre next to all the tiny folks in this community.

This girl is still a part of our lives, day in and day out. And now she’s a teenager, going to church in her lovely outfits with her hair braided and styled. I’m still snapping blurry photos on my phone so I don’t forget the moment I realized she’s grown and beautiful.

We’re still resting one day a week to stay alive. We find pretty places or quiet places or cool places and make a day of it.