By Laura Shummer – Nomadic Hands January 2012 intern.
“Maayong aga, good morning! Jack fruit!”
And a BIG smile.
It was 6:45 in the morning and I had just crawled out from under my mosquito net that was attached to tiny children’s chairs, grabbed my toothbrush and water bottle and opened the door of the day care centre we had slept in. And there she stood, this white-haired lady. Holding the biggest fruit I had ever seen, smiling at me and saying “Maayong aga, good morning! Jack fruit!”









