This is the road we drove on for hours.
This is the type of banana grove we passed by.
These are the children who ran behind us.
These are the people who stopped to stare.
This is the old woman who now has a cow for her family.
This is her family.
These are her two granddaughters.
This is their community.
These are the hidden children.
But, brightly smiling, they stand out to me amongst the banana leaves.
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