We were on a trip to Barrio Mama. The long trip had took made my father weary so that he stop our car to rest under one of the shade of a big tree. The road was dusty, there were no other cars, except ours. An old woman was sitting there on the grass road looking at us .I stared at her... she had a red turban on her head and was dress in sarong; her eyes was fearfully bloody red and seemed to be covered with a misty thin plastic cover.
My mother gave her a sandwich which she took and gave us a smile showing her red tainted teeth. After a while my father made the decision to continue our travel. And as our car slowly passed the old woman, I saw her spat on the ground with what looked like bloody sputum. I saw my little sister gasp at the sight of the red sputum...
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