resilient

There's a little girl that comes to my door almost every day
now, shouting my name. I give her fruit or water or steal
meat and rice from the research center across the street.
we can barely communicate, but at least i can help her out.
she's forever on the streets going for tourist's money.
her parents live in aswan, probably drug addicts. she has
no shoes. one time she came around with a head wound
and owen washed it out and shaved the hair around it
disinfected it. She was running from the cops and banged
her head running under a car to hide. Later she went to the
hospital and they gave her stitches. She's always happy though,
always smiling. Resilient, really.