as small as a world and as large as alone

4:42pm October 7, 2014

humansofnewyork:

“They sometimes ask me about their grandmother, and I only tell them about the good times. I don’t want to worry them with all the things my mother and I had to go through when I was growing up.”
“What’s your fondest memory of your mother?”
"We were so poor that every day she’d have to go out and try to find us some food. And on the days when she came home empty handed, she’d help us forget our hunger by putting on music and dancing for us.”

(Jinja, Uganda)

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