Once finished she plans to start her own sewing business to make sure she can provide the best possible life for her children.
On seeing us arrive an old man approaches us with a spring in his step, “not many people get to wed these days in the village” he whispers. We believe him.
The water is more brown than blue and clearly full of various run off and waste. As the girl vanishes back into her home, a young women approaches me, her name is Maria and she is who I am here to see.