The Bell's Toll
It was just 5:00 am but Tina was already arranging the vegetables and dried fish she was selling. The same scenario can be witnessed every day in the small marketplace. She had been used to this kind of life when she decided to follow the path where she is right now. At the very young age, twenty-one, she looked like she had aged faster. Her skin was brown and her body was thin. The expression on her face was vague. She might be smiling but there was something in her eyes. Something hard to be defined. After lining everything to be sold she took an old piece of cloth and covered it to a child beside her bamboo-made basket. The child was three years old. He slept innocently hugging a rugged stuffed toy tightly as it was the only toy he had. Tina looked at him with passion. Her innocence suffered from the life she never dreamed of.
